Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

This one feels like someone grabbed a bunch of messed up fairy tales from an old Tumblr archive, poured too much horny into them, then stitched them together with tape and spite. You jump from one little “chapter” to another, each about a different princess or monster girl, and it never quite behaves the same way twice. Sometimes you’re clicking through choices like a horny gremlin, sometimes you’re stuck on one screen just staring at a princess in chains while deciding if you go full bastard or pretend to be a gentleman for three lines before ruining everything again. It has that cheap 2D CG look that somehow fits perfectly, like fanart that escaped from DeviantArt and learned how to talk dirty.

The Disney parody angle is not subtle at all. One moment you’re in a desert palace with a very not-licensed princess in transparent harem pants, the next you’re watching her milk drip through the fabric because some “blessing” of a magic artifact turned her into a walking cow fantasy. There’s actual choices around that too: keep her as a humiliated slave, drag her to the shop to buy toys and chains, or pretend to “free” her and then chain her to the bed anyway when she tries to run. When the genie shows up, he’s not doing three wishes, he’s doing “how much anal, how much oral, and which hole gets the creampie first.” It sounds crude but the writing has this weird emotional whiplash. You get moments where she spits insults, calls you a monster, you spank her until she does that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, and then three clicks later she’s asking why you didn’t kiss her after you fucked her. Absolutely romantic. Totally normal.

Then there’s the monster girls and the more… questionable stuff. The game does not care about comfort zones. There is ***, humiliation, bestial stuff, that feeling of “oh shit, I should not be aroused by this, and yet here we are.” A lamia coils around your guy, squeezes until he can’t breathe, then uses him like a living dildo. A corrupted princess rides a centaur while you watch and jerk off like some pathetic court wizard who lost control of his own spell. At some point I spent like five minutes just trying to click the right option so I could see the lactation scene loop again, because the way her breasts bounce when the magic spell forces her to squirt on command is genuinely hot in this stupid, low-budget way. And then, in another branch, that same girl is surrounded by a group of guards, getting used one after another, cum dripping out of every hole, and she still has that princess pride in her face like she’s trying not to break while you decide if you go for a handjob ending or shove toys into her until she cracks.

What I like is how inconsistent it all feels, in a good way and also in a “who wrote this at 4 in the morning on Red Bull” way. Some scenes are pure male domination power trip, where you drag a chained girl by the collar, make her lick your boots, force oral until her eyes roll up. Then suddenly you hit a route where a demoness sits on your chest, slaps your face, makes you cum with just her feet and your own hand, and laughs at you for being her little toy. There is one bit I keep thinking about: that stupid little shop screen where you buy a cheap-looking vibrator, take it back to the dungeon, and the scene changes only by this tiny drawn toy in her hand, but the dialogue completely flips her personality. She goes from sobbing *** victim to desperate, horny mess begging you to push it deeper while your character mocks her for loving it. The game pretends to be a light parody, but some of these stories end like a punch in the gut, with the girl broken, collared, used by monsters and men, covered in cum, and you get this short line of text hinting that, in another path, she could have escaped with a girlfriend instead, living a quiet lesbian fantasy far from the palace. You will probably ignore that and reload for the anal gangbang anyway.

Quiet street, nice houses, hedges cut perfect, and everyone is horny as hell but trying to pretend they’re not. That’s the vibe here. You play this thick Latina mom who just moved in with her family, and she’s got this big soft ass and tits that barely fit in anything normal. She’s trying to be “good woman”, good mother, all that, but every time she steps outside some neighbor is watching her, or she “accidentally” bends over too slow, or the yoga pants are one size too tight. At first she acts shy about it, but you feel how she starts to like all these eyes on her body. There’s this early moment where she’s just taking the trash outside, a little sweaty, shirt stuck to her boobs, and you can tell the neighbor is staring from his window. She pretends not to notice, but she doesn’t fix her top either. That’s when the game hooked me. Just simple daily shit turning into porn in your head.

What I like is that it’s not just sex falling from the sky. Half the time you’re just choosing how much she lets people see, like “do I pull the towel higher or lower” after a shower when the neighbor suddenly knocks. And then slowly she starts pushing it more, teasing on purpose. The story keeps this weird tension, everyone in the neighborhood is acting polite but you feel like they all want a piece of her. The rich guy across the street, his bitchy wife, the creepy dude next door, even people that should absolutely not be checking her out still do. You control if she plays along or shuts it down, but even when you try to keep her “pure”, the game keeps putting her into messed up voyeur moments. There’s a scene where she’s just watering the plants, no bra, light top, and some kid’s dad straight up pretends to be on the phone while staring at her nipples. It’s so wrong and somehow hot in that dirty suburban way. Only thing that annoyed me like crazy is her walk animation in the yard, she looks like she’s trying not to shit herself, but I kept watching anyway because the ass jiggles in a nice way. I complain but I still replayed it.

Later it gets spicier when the family drama and the romance crap mix with all this exhibition stuff. The husband is kinda there but kinda not, he feels weak, like a background NPC half the time, which weirdly makes it easier to push her into taboo stuff with the neighbors and the other “important” people who run the area. You start to see who is pulling strings in this suburb and who just wants to pull her panties. Some choices feel tiny in the moment, like “do you close the curtains before changing” or “do you sit closer to him on the couch”, and then two scenes later you realize someone saw you and is using that to push her further. It’s like a sandbox of slow corruption with romance flavor, where a milf who wants a calm family life gets turned into the secret slut of the block, or maybe she becomes this smart teasing queen who uses her body to climb higher, depending how you play it. I kinda wished there was less talking and more straight up fucking sometimes, the build up is long and I got horny way earlier than the game wanted, but at the same time that slow burn is exactly why that first time she really shows everything to someone feels nasty and powerful as hell. You think “ok this is too far now” and then click the dirtiest choice anyway.

Christmas lights, cheap tinsel, fake smiles and then suddenly the room tilts and your brain feels like it’s running on Windows XP in safe mode. That’s basically Becky’s life now. You’re in her head, this 21-year-old brunette with a body that makes every camera angle feel like it’s trying to cop a feel: big tits squeezed into clothes that are definitely one size too hopeful, ass fighting the seams whenever she bends to pick something up. It’s not just “oh wow she’s hot”, it’s that kind of heavy, bouncy flesh that makes every quiet hospital corridor sound louder in your skull because the game actually gives her weight. Footsteps soft on tile, the tiny swish of fabric when her thighs brush, the creak of a cheap chair when she shifts her hips. I’m a sound nerd, I notice this stupid stuff.

The “Vertigo” thing isn’t just a plot excuse, it feels like a constant little audio bug in the back of your ear. When Becky has one of her episodes, the whole soundstage starts to warp, like someone dragging a vinyl record with their finger. Background hum from the hospital suddenly dips, people’s voices slide slightly out of pitch for half a second and then snap back. It’s unnerving and kinda hot at the same time, especially when it hits in the middle of a lewd scene. One second she’s getting pushed against a wall by a woman in a tight nurse outfit, clipboard clattering on the floor, breathing getting faster, soft wet sounds starting up, and then boom, that weird heartbeat-in-your-ears effect kicks in and you feel like you’re going to tip over with her. The nurse here isn’t just “sexy outfit + boob window”, she talks to Becky like she’s a patient and a plaything. Latex gloves snapping, that faint rubber squeak when her hand slides over bare skin, the rustle of sheets when she pins Becky down for a “check up” that has zero to do with medicine. Slight moan in the left ear, a low whisper in the right, it’s surprisingly intimate for a porn VN.

Outside the hospital stuff, you get this slow-burn investigation mood where Becky tries to figure out what Vertigo actually is, and why other people have their own twisted versions of it. You walk into apartments at night and the whole ambience changes: fridge hum, distant city noise, floorboards creak when that older woman with the milf energy steps closer. She’s got that dangerous calm voice, like someone who already made a bad decision and wants company. When she leans in, you hear the faint clink of jewelry against her cleavage, her breath deeper, more confident than Becky’s shaky little gasps. Sex scenes with her feel heavier, more raw. Bedframe hits the wall with a dull thud, Becky’s muffled cries against a pillow, wet sounds not overdone but sharp enough you feel them in your neck. Then, in the same game, someone screams in another room, there’s blood on tile, and the sound design doesn’t flinch: impact is meaty, not cartoony, and the silence after is worse. No heroic music, just the buzzing light and Becky’s breathing going from horny to panicked. It jumps between lust, fear, curiosity so fast it almost feels broken, but that messy mood actually matches her: horny, confused, turned on by people she should probably be running away from, chasing answers that only lead to more fucked up nights. I still hate one thing though: there is this one looping corridor ambience that has a tiny echo in it, like a spoon touching a mug, and once you hear it you cannot unhear it. Never fixed, just sits there, quietly annoying, while Becky’s big ass walks past another door that definitely hides something you probably shouldn’t open.