Three hungover college idiots skip orientation, think they’re clever, and end up trapped in the most fucked up “sex education” punishment class the campus ever invented. That’s basically the pitch, but it hits different when you’re inside it. You’re stuck as the main girl, sitting there in this quiet classroom on a Saturday morning, thighs pressed together under a too-short skirt, while a teacher who looks like she walked out of a porn search for “milf professor with dangerous tits” explains how they’re going to “correct your behavior” using very hands-on lessons. On paper it’s just a kinetic novel, so no choices, but it kinda works like watching some fucked up series where you’re also inside the head of the main character, feeling every bit of her embarrassment and horniness. One second she’s trying to act innocent, next she’s on her knees under the desk, sucking cock so she doesn’t fail the course.

The nice thing is how it takes its time before going completely off the rails. First you get that school vibe, the awkward small talk between the three students, the quiet sounds in the hallway, the teacher acting strict but calm. Then you notice how her blouse buttons are just one second away from exploding, and her ass fills the skirt like gravity is working extra overtime on it. When she starts the “practical part”, it’s not just “everyone fuck now”. She calls you out first for skipping, makes you stand in front, checks your “body awareness” by literally groping your tits in front of everyone, slipping her hand under your bra and pretending it’s scientific. The two other students watch, shifting in their seats, and you feel the heat in your cheeks at the same time as the wetness between your legs. Oh, and she’s not just into guys. She gets on her knees, lifts your skirt and starts tasting you like some kind of reward for “honesty”, tongue working slow, fingers teasing, while the boys are ordered to sit still and not touch themselves. Of course they fail, and that’s when the group stuff kicks in. You get pushed on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, one guy eating you out while the other rams your mouth, and the milf holds your wrists and whispers filth in your ear about how bad girls need extra lessons. At some point she brings out a vibrator from her drawer like it’s a normal school supply and presses it against your clit while you’re already full, and the whole thing gets messy in a good way, lots of cum, spit, and that feeling like your brain left your body.

What caught me off guard is how the story keeps slipping little personal bits in between all the fucking. The main girl tries to act tough but you can tell she’s got this weird thing with authority, like every time the teacher raises her voice she gets wetter. There’s this short quiet moment in the restroom where she’s alone, staring at herself in the mirror, then she just gives up and starts masturbating in the stall, fingers buried deep, replaying what just happened in class, grinding her palm on her clit so hard you can almost hear it. And it doesn’t stay only student/teacher either. One of the older women involved in running the course looks suspiciously like she could be related to you, in a way that makes your stomach twist a bit, but the game just leans into it like “ok, that’s a thing now”. She hugs you a little too long, her hand sliding over your ass, telling you that “keeping it in the family” makes everything easier to hide, and before you can think too hard about it, you’re half naked on her lap, her fingers deep inside you while she orders the others around like it’s a private porn shoot. There’s girl on girl scenes that feel more intimate, with slow licking, soft kisses, big tits pressed together and hands exploring, then it flips again and you’re being used by multiple people at once, pulled, grabbed, choked a bit, toys shoved inside you until you forget you were supposed to be “learning” anything. It’s kinda relaxing in a fucked up way, like real life shit stops existing and your whole universe shrinks to that tiny school room full of sweat, tongues, and bad decisions.

Horny Model starts pretty simple on paper: asshole guy wants a girl who doesn’t want him, brings his bro into it, and things go very wrong in that slow, greasy way that makes you keep clicking even while you think “ok this is fucked up.” It’s not some sweet dating sim where you pick flowers and share feelings. This is more like watching a porn shoot where the “casting couch” idea gets stretched over days and weeks, and you’re the one poking every little boundary to see where it snaps. As someone who is poly and usually prefers open consent and everyone talking about feelings, it was weird to enjoy something where the whole point is gradual corruption and manipulation. Weird, but hot. And that made me a bit annoyed at myself and still horny, which is honestly a good combo for an adult game.

The game uses both male and female point of view, which I didn’t expect at first. One moment I’m in Peter’s head, being a smug little shit, pushing Lucy to show “just a bit more” skin for photos, acting like it’s no big deal. Then suddenly I’m looking at things from her side, overthinking everything, horny but confused, convincing herself this is “normal” and she’s just being friendly. That switch hits hard when scenes go from light teasing and “accidental” gropes into rougher stuff, like when the first spanking scene stops being playful and you realize she is already too deep into their game to really say no. There’s a masturbation scene in her room that actually felt kinda real: she’s trying to get off alone, thinking of them, annoyed at herself, then a message pops on her phone and totally changes the mood. It’s not just click sex, it feels messy like real horny brain. I love that. And at the same time, some parts feel rushed, like one moment she’s shy about stripping to underwear, and a couple clicks later she’s taking anal like she’s been training for it. No build-up, just “ok now your ass is ready, I guess.”

What hit me as a poly person is how they slowly turn her into “their” toy instead of just “his” girl. There is this one group scene where Peter and Roger treat her like a shared model, posing her, touching her, talking about her body like it’s a product. It’s totally male domination fantasy, they don’t hide it, but there’s also a fucked up sort of “relationship” feeling between the three. Not healthy at all, but still kind of intimate. Two guys using her, but also caring in their own twisted way: they check if she’s still “comfortable” while double-penetrating her, like that magic word makes it all fine. The AI images are sometimes uneven, tits change shape a bit between scenes, hands look weird here and there, and for some reason I kept noticing the background more than I should. But that unpolished, slightly glitchy look also matches the vibe: like some cursed OnlyFans project that started innocent and then spiraled into full-on sex toy, anal, toys, multiple penetration chaos. I had this moment where she’s half dressed, being teased, and I realized I was silently hoping for an option where she flips it and starts using them instead. That option never came, obviously, and it annoyed me more than the little UI things or the missing transitions. Still, I clicked every single branching choice I could find. And then opened Twitter and acted like I was a normal person again.

A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Carmen looks like the kind of woman you see in a fitness TikTok, all perfect lines and smug balance, and then this game just throws her face first into the filthiest strip-club spiral possible. You start with her being this serious dancer and teacher, all about form and discipline, and pretty fast you are the one deciding if she stays that “good girl who just got unlucky” or turns into a shameless cock-hungry slut who will grind on anything that moves for cash. What surprised me is how much she talks to herself. Literally. Her three personalities, tied to Good, Evil and Lust, sit in her head like a fucked-up Discord server. You do a thing, then you go back to them, and they comment on it, fight with each other, flirt with her, push her. Sometimes the “good” personality sounds tired and jealous, the “evil” one is like a toxic dom friend who keeps saying “come on, just suck it, nobody will know,” and the lust one is that moment when you are already wet and stop pretending you have principles. They react to your choices, so there is this weird pleasure of corrupting not just Carmen, but her inner voices too, like you are grooming her brain from the inside.

The club sections are where the game really starts to feel dirty in a good way. There is a rhythm / memory thing during dances that looks simple on paper, but when you nail a sequence and watch Carmen slide into a split, shake her ass in some cosplay outfit, then crawl to a group of hungry customers, it hits that “I did this” button in your brain. Screw up and she is awkward and a bit shy. Play it well and she bends over, lets her thong ride up her ass, pushes her tits in some girl’s face, lets a couple of hands wander where they shouldn’t in public. Sometimes the manager is watching, sometimes it is a bunch of drunk girls who end up licking her thighs and pulling her aside for lesbian fun in the changing room, sometimes it is a private room with a guy who clearly came for more than a dance. You can lean into exhibition, like having Carmen tease cops on patrol, “accidentally” flash her pussy in a park, or accept some really questionable offers in the club bathroom. And yeah, mind control stuff shows up in a fun, morally disgusting way: certain customers and shady people can mess with her head so she wakes up with cloudy memories, sore pussy or ass, maybe toys lying around in her room, her stats pushed more toward lust or evil, and that creepy little thrill of “I clearly didn’t say yes to this, but I kind of want to see how far it goes.” There are monster girls too, which at first feels random, then you meet this cute thing with horns and a tail who eats Carmen out at the beach like she is starving and suddenly it fits. The best part is when the game just lets you walk around the city in some ridiculous skimpy outfit, like a maid cosplay with no panties, and random events stack on top of each other: a fan recognizes her from the club, begs for a selfie, she “rewards” him in a back alley with sloppy oral; then a woman who saw that invites Carmen to a group party where everyone is already half naked and passing around toys; then she stumbles home late, half-drunk, and there is an option to “just fall asleep on the couch” and oops, that leads to sleep sex content where someone takes advantage of her dozing body while her internal personalities argue if they should wake her or enjoy the feeling. It all feels messy, horny and slightly dangerous, like a porn story that keeps tripping over its own ideas but somehow lands in the exact kind of wrong you were hoping for.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.

Guy is twenty, dick hard, spine soft. That kind of protagonist. He moves into this boring looking apartment block because his crush Aiko lives there, and he thinks it’s going to be all wholesome slice-of-life bullshit. Of course it’s not. The whole place is like a horny pressure cooker. Every floor has some secret: a girl using a vibrator a little too loudly behind a paper-thin wall, neighbors whispering about who’s getting fucked by who, that kind of vibe. It starts “pure” with him trying to confess to Aiko, stuttering like an idiot, jerking off in his room because he can hear her shower. Then she finds out about his feelings and instead of blushing she looks at him like fresh meat. That’s the switch. This is not a romance where the shy guy grows up and becomes a hero. He’s a toy, and the game really enjoys making you feel that.

Aiko is cruel in this soft, playful way that hits harder than straight-up abuse. She makes him edge while she sits on the couch texting someone else. She uses her feet on his cock and then acts bored halfway, like she’s helping a neighbor carry groceries instead of making him whine. She plays “innocent girlfriend” outside, but when the door closes she’s snapping pictures of him in panties and telling him how cute his “clit” looks. There are scenes where she pulls other girls into it, like it’s nothing. One moment she’s kissing him gentle, tongue slow, and the next she’s wiping her spit on his lips and telling another girl to “try him, he’s obedient.” Group scenes feel messy and intimate at the same time: too many hands, some teasing him, some slapping, someone pushing a toy in his ass while another girl rides his face and Aiko just watches, smiling like she’s proud and disappointed together. Sometimes she’ll let him cum inside, warm creampie and soft moan, then immediately humiliate him for how fast he finished. Other times she makes him stay a virgin in one way while turning him into a complete slut in another. You get these tiny choices about resisting or giving in, and half the time even “resist” just means you’ll break a bit later. The corruption is slow enough to feel nasty, but not slow enough that I stop yanking my dick. Honestly I ended up spending more time rerolling scenes and reloading for different reactions than actually “progressing”. It has that gacha feeling in story form, like “maybe this run she will call me good boy while stepping on my face, not just laugh.” And yeah, I got exactly that, and it still somehow wasn’t enough.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend the MC is secretly in control. He’s not. The girls treat him like a stress toy. One neighbor uses him just for masturbation practice, hands only, no kissing, like she’s learning piano. Another girl goes full lesbian in front of him, grinding on Aiko while making him watch and stroke, then casually uses his mouth like a clean-up tool. There’s anal stuff that just happens after enough teasing, no big drumroll, she just spits on a plug and pushes, tells him to relax, and if you’re like me you’re half angry, half horny, and still clicking “continue”. I kind of hate how small things feel huge: the way Aiko steps on his phone to stop him calling someone, or how she changes his clothes piece by piece until one morning he looks at himself and he’s basically her sissy pet. I wish there was more pushback, some route where he flips it on her, but there isn’t and there won’t be and honestly that makes it hotter. It keeps poking at the cheating angle too, like she might be fucking someone else when he’s not around, but you can dodge it if you want. Or not. Sometimes I let it happen just to see how she’d humiliate him afterwards. The game is clumsy in spots, dialogue weird, pacing off, a couple scenes feel like they forgot foreplay and just jumped straight to toys and screaming, but I still kept one hand on the mouse and one under the desk. I told myself I’d only play until he “wins her heart”. He never really does. He just gets addicted to her, to the collar you don’t see but definitely feel every time she smiles. And I’m still here, like an idiot gacha whale, praying for one more perfect pull where she says my name instead of his.

High School Hobby Harlots feels like someone mashed together a horny comic, an old-school hentai dating sim and a messy sandbox life sim, then laughed and said “good enough” and hit upload. You play Amara, this spoiled rich troublemaker dumped into a “reform school” that is about as holy as a Pornhub comment section. The whole vibe is super tongue in cheek: nuns with dirty thoughts, students who look like they’re one bad decision away from starting an OnlyFans, and teachers that definitely should not be left alone with anyone. The art is 2D comic panels, kind of fanzine style, sometimes clean, sometimes rough, but it fits the “I’m not supposed to be doing this” mood perfectly. It feels like reading a dirty webcomic where you keep clicking for the next punchline and suddenly you’re knee deep in anal, voyeurism, and girls showing way too much skin in the chapel.

The fun part for me was how the game quietly turns you into a little sex manager. You’re not just clicking through scenes. You’re juggling stats like Fun, Energy, Allure, Sexperience and Money, and they actually matter. You wanna drag a classmate into your corruption spiral, you better have enough Allure and the right timing, because some events only trigger when Amara is in a certain mood or you pushed a girl just far enough. One moment I was in the dorm teasing a shy girl with a toy, just casual masturbation training, and a bit later she’s sucking dick on camera for Amara’s iFap channel like it’s no big deal. The pacing of that fall is nice and dirty. Corruption here isn’t just a label. You can feel it when a girl that refused to flash her tits earlier suddenly agrees to public exhibition in the showers while other students “pretend” they’re not watching. The camming storyline is hilarious and sleazy at the same time: you push them into doing oral, playing with themselves, trying anal plugs on stream, and the game keeps throwing in those quips that make you grin like an idiot. Then you level them up even more and suddenly escorting on iFuq is on the table, with group sex events and weird little interracial scenes that pop up like “oh ok, we’re doing this now.” Some of the sandbox routine gets a bit grindy, like you’re repeating similar actions hoping for the next random sexy event, and sometimes the timing feels like Ren’Py rolled a nat 1 on your libido. But then you get a new event with Amara taking two girls to a “study session” that somehow turns into lesbian foreplay, a spanking lesson and finally everyone stuffed and covered, and you kinda forgive the jank. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s funny in a dumb way, and the game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It just hands you a reform school full of difficult girls and asks, very politely, how filthy you feel like making them today.