You wake up on this ugly rust bucket of a fishing ship, wearing an orange sweater that keeps trying to crawl up over your borrowed tits, and everyone is calling you Vilma like that is totally normal. You know that feeling when you're lying to every single person in the room and your dick is half hard at the same time? Yeah, that feeling is basically the whole game. The dev clearly loves Halloween junk and classic mystery cartoons, but everything is twisted just enough that it looks like the cheap porn parody DVD you find in the wrong section of the store. Scrooby keeps shivering, Saggy looks like he smells like wet dog and weed, and you are the “smart girl” with the big ass who is supposed to solve a murder in five minutes or get blown the fuck up by some letter bomb. And of course the real Vilma is naked and tied up in a storage room, annoyed, horny, and way too clever for her own good.

The fun part is how the timer hangs over your head while you are trying to decide if you should drag another clue out of Nymphne with actual logic or just bend her over a crate and fuck her until she starts talking. I wasted two full runs trying to see how much I could get away with before the bomb went off, just speedrunning bad decisions. Took me a bit to realize the “deduction table” is not just flavor text. You slap evidence on it like a crazy wall, except instead of red string you have your cock and some pretty mean dialog options. One run I focused only on interrogations, squeezed Ford until he spilled half the plot, solved the murder like some nerd god, and then realized I had barely touched Vilma in the hold. Next run I did the opposite: ignored half the questions, kept going back downstairs, playing good cop / very bad cop with her. Her reaction when you pretend to be her, while she is tied up and watching you strip off “her” sweater, is nasty in the best way. Also, the jiggle in some of the animated loops is honestly stupid good, then on the next scene a hand looks like it was drawn by someone using a mousepad in a bus. It made me laugh, then still made me horny, which is kind of impressive and also annoying.

What really sold me is how the voyeur stuff is baked into the whole structure. You’re pretending to be the smartest girl on the ship while the real one is naked furniture in the next room, and the game keeps tempting you to leave her there just a little longer so you can wander around and peek at everybody’s secrets. I kept pausing on the same detail: her glasses. When you put them on and walk into an interrogation, people suddenly trust you, but you know they actually belong to the girl who is currently gagged and getting her ass toyed with below deck. The contrast between playing the clever detective and then going downstairs to use her like a cum-dump clue dispenser is filthy in a way screenshots don’t show. Some of the humor hits hard too, like when Saggy tries to tell you he “respects women” while staring at your chest, or when Scrooby freaks out at the idea of anal like that is somehow worse than the murder. I had one run where I solved the case perfectly, unlocked a fancy sex scene with Nymphne, then realized I had missed a tiny conditional flag in the storage room so the Vilma finale variant didn’t trigger and I actually growled at my monitor. Still going back to clean up those last few CGs like a pervert completionist.

This one feels like somebody took a classic point & click detective game, got horny, got drunk, argued with their own libido, and then put it in a circus. In a good way. Mostly. You start as this male detective in a circus where everyone looks a bit too hot to be just performers, and every girl has “please interrogate me harder” vibes. It’s not just click-next visual novel stuff either, you actually poke around the scene, chase clues, and try to figure out who is lying, who is hiding something, and who just wants your cock in their mouth as a distraction. And yeah, sometimes it’s all three.

What I liked most is how the investigation parts and the lewd parts keep tripping over each other. You’re trying to follow a lead and suddenly you corner a suspect in some cramped circus wagon, and you get this choice: push her on her alibi, or push her on her knees. I went “ok, police work first” and of course the game basically went “nah dude, she’s into rough stuff, you’ve got time.” The girls are not all copy-paste sluts too. There’s the controlling older woman that just screams MILF energy, who pretends she’s above you, until she’s drooling around your dick and looking at you with those ahegao eyes like her brain fell out through her pussy. Then there’s the cute girl who acts innocent but lets you tie her up fast enough that you start thinking she has more experience than you. Sex scenes are pretty filthy, group stuff shows up, there’s creampies everywhere, and when the game goes BDSM, it actually leans into it instead of just putting a collar on and calling it a day. Some lesbian scenes feel like they’re there mostly to tease you, which somehow works even better. Watching two suspects “comfort” each other while you stand there and decide which one to accuse later is just… yeah.

The art is actually weird in a cool way. Clearly AI-generated in places, so some CGs have that slightly off feeling, like a girl’s pose that looks too perfect or a face that’s almost uncanny, but in this circus context it kind of adds to the vibe, like everyone is a mask anyway and you’re trying to rip it off. The animated bits during oral scenes, with spit strings and eyes rolling back, got me way more than I expected. And the harem angle sneaks up on you. First it’s just one suspect, then two, then suddenly you’re in a wagon with several of them, half convinced one of them is a murderer, and you’re still fucking them all like a degenerate that forgot what “evidence” means. I like how you can actually accuse the wrong girl and still end up with a nasty ending, not a game over screen, just a different kind of circus. I kinda hated one small thing: sometimes the clue you need is this tiny clickable thing on the background and I spent minutes pixel-hunting instead of making someone gag on my cock, and it pissed me off, and then I found it, and forgot I was mad once the next scene turned into an interrogation with your dick. The writing swings between serious detective talk and horny nonsense in a way that feels like my brain when I have 10 tabs open in Chrome, one of them being Pornhub. It’s messy, not polished, but the mix of mystery, domination, circus absurdity and girls looking at you cross-eyed with cum dripping out hits some very specific brain cell I didn’t know I had.

Kate Adler looks like the kind of woman you cross the street for, not because she’s scary, but because you know she’d read every dirty thought in your head and file it away like evidence. The game just throws you into this huge, sweaty, sleepless city where everything feels a bit wrong, like the whole place smells of perfume, gun oil and cheap disinfectant. One second you’re zooming in on some grainy club camera feed, trying to match faces, and two clicks later you’re watching that same guy rail some VIP slut in a back room while Kate acts all professional and still clearly getting turned on. She pretends she doesn’t care, you don’t pretend anything. The whole thing plays like a visual novel that forgot how to be polite. You bounce between interrogations, tailing people, reading all these messages full of lies, and then suddenly you’re choosing if Kate lets someone bend her over a balcony in those stupidly tight jeans. The pacing is weird in a good way. Some scenes are slow, like late night Netflix scrolling where you tell yourself “just one more,” then out of nowhere the story slaps you with missing girls, fake passports, and this high-society sex club that tries way too hard to look exclusive and ends up feeling like a horny IKEA maze.

Nocturne, that club, is where the game really starts being nasty. You get those masked rich assholes, dancers in latex, people pretending they’re not scared, and Kate walking in like she owns the place even though she’s basically spying. There’s this moment where she’s in a private room, supposedly just listening to two big shots talk business, and the dialogue quietly shifts from blackmail to who they’ve had in chains last weekend. You get the choice to keep the audio clean or push her into “deeper cover” and yeah, if you pick the second one she ends up on her knees, using sex as a tool and also clearly liking it. I loved that scene and kinda hated it, because the game gives you the power and then rubs your face in what you used it for. Also the UI text for the clues is tiny in some menus and it pissed me off for no reason and then I forgot about it five minutes later when she got her ass fingered in the backseat of a town car while pumping a politician for information. Sometimes the writing hits hard, like when she’s alone on a rooftop, tired, trying to connect dates and names, and her phone buzzes with some slutty offer to “come relax” at the club again. Other times it throws in jokes that land like a wet sock. Doesn’t even matter. The city feels alive in that broken, horny way where every neon sign hides a camera and every secret costs either money, blood, or Kate’s pussy. You jump from glossy penthouse to damp tunnel to cramped office with an evidence board, and it never fully explains things, just trusts you to click, read, decide who she fucks, who she betrays, and how deep she lets that corruption crawl into her body and her brain. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Brother comes back home after vanishing for years and the game just throws you into that weird mix of “family reunion” and “what the hell actually happened”. It starts pretty normal: school days, awkward small talk, sister trying to act cool but clearly obsessed that her missing brother is finally back. She waited nine years, she’s not sane, let’s be real. At first it feels like standard romance VN with a bit of teasing, some tits bouncing in your face every other click, that classic “I’m your sister but I look like a hentai search result” thing. Her ass is huge, her chest is huge, her emotional issues are somehow even bigger. The game really leans into that contrast: cute everyday stuff at school, then you go home and there’s this constant tension, like everyone is lying and only the MC is too horny and confused to notice.

The interesting part is how the erotic scenes are tied to progression. You don’t just click through to unlock CGs, you poke into the wrong room, ask the wrong question, check a phone you shouldn’t, and suddenly the sister’s route heats up because you showed “concern”. Affection feels like a stat, but it isn’t just “do nice things, get boobs”; sometimes the right choice is actually rude, suspicious, almost cruel. I liked that you can be a bit of a shit and the game still rewards you. One moment you’re in a sweet, almost wholesome scene, touching her carefully, she’s trembling because she’s still technically a virgin and doesn’t even understand her own arousal. Next moment it cuts back to some brutal flashback with blood on the pavement, and people yelling, and your dick has to just sit there and deal with unresolved trauma. It’s kind of funny and fucked up at the same time. Pornhub tab energy but with guilt.

There’s actual investigation stuff too. You go around, ask classmates weird questions, dig through old reports, follow shady hints at night. Sometimes you’re chasing ghosts, sometimes it feels like a straight crime story, like someone in the family did something really bad and covered it with this whole paranormal angle. The game likes to mess with you: you’ll be in the middle of a clue chain and suddenly you’re in a softcore scene with your stacked sister pressed against you in the hallway, her ass grinding your crotch while she whispers about how scared she is of losing you again. It should kill the tension, but it kind of doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t care because her tits were right there. The MC is that usual clueless male protagonist, virgin brain but thrown into a house full of secrets, and sometimes he acts sharp and suspicious, then in the next scene he forgets everything because she bends over in a short skirt. The mix of horror, crime, and incest-flavored romance is messy, not subtle at all, and honestly that’s why it sticks in your head more than it probably deserves to.

This one starts like some half-serious detective visual novel, then quietly pulls your pants down while you’re still nodding along to the “we help innocent prisoners” talk. You got the guy who always wanted to be Sherlock but with a dick, his justice-obsessed girlfriend who actually has a spine, and their tiny agency circling the drain. Money problems, boring clients, rent breathing on their neck. Normal noir setup. Then that Sawyer guy shows up, big celebrity detective with slick PR, fake smile, and this vibe like he’s already undressing both of them in his head while talking about “partnership” and “mutual benefit”. First case you do under his name, it still feels mostly clean: interview a witness, follow some shady clerk, connect clues on the board, whatever. You’re thinking “ok, just mystery with boobs here and there”. Then it tilts. Not fast, it’s slower, like a bad idea you decide to try once and then it keeps happening.

I really liked when the game lets you swap between the guy and the girl during one investigation, not in a tutorial way, just suddenly you’re in her head while she’s getting cornered in an office by some rich asshole you’re supposed to be “interviewing”. She’s trying to stay professional, asking about alibis and timelines, and he keeps leaning closer, asking if her boss knows she’s “this tight” with clients. You can play her as stiff and righteous or let her hesitate a bit too long when he touches her thigh. That tiny pause feels worse than any big “corruption meter” bar. Later you jump back into the male POV, sitting in a car outside, thinking she’s just taking long with the questioning, and you can choose to trust her or start doubting. I hate that the coffee cup in that car scene has this ugly texture that looks like it came from some 2009 stock pack on Google Images. Every time I see it I get annoyed and then forget I was annoyed because next thing I’m watching her kneel down in that same asshole’s office, trying to bargain with her mouth for information. I’m not even sure if I liked that scene or if it just stuck in my brain like gum on shoe.

The sex itself, when it hits, is more about situation than some perfect angles. There’s this blowjob in a cramped archive room where she’s trying to keep quiet, filing cabinets all around, dude’s belt clinking every time he bucks his hips. The camera hangs too long on her eyes, red and watery, like the game is asking “this what you wanted, detective?” and yeah, it kind of is, but also you feel like shit in a hot way. Sometimes the romance stuff between the main two actually feels sweet, like when they crash on the office couch after a long case and she climbs on top, just slow vaginal, kissing, talking about their future agency like it’s still theirs. It should be cute, but if you already pushed her down the dirty route, that same scene plays weird in your head because you know what she did last case to get that signed confession. The game never screams “you are corrupting her” in big neon letters, it just quietly offers choices that look practical: accept a shady deal to get access to a crime scene, agree to “private questioning” with a suspect, let the boss handle something off-screen. One moment I liked way too much: Sawyer calling you into his office, closing the blinds, and just calmly describing what “extras” your girlfriend did for a client, while you sit there pretending you knew already. That mix of mystery, humiliation, and powerplay feels filthy in a way Pornhub never hits. And then you’re back at your desk, filling out case notes as if nothing happened, like this is just another Tuesday at the agency. I forgot what I was even mad about. Something with that cup. Whatever.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

Michelle lands in New York like she just installed the “hard mode” DLC on her own life. She wants to be a serious journalist, y’know, awards, big stories, all that, and instead she’s stuck juggling rent, horny thoughts in the shower, and a murder case that keeps poking her libido in weird ways. The game throws you right into her routine: checking emails, stalking sources on Instagram, pretending to be professional on the phone while lying on the bed half naked, one hand scrolling, the other wandering down between her thighs because boredom hits and that vibrator in the drawer is just too close. It’s not just random sex scenes pasted on top of a story; her investigation and her kinks kind of leak into each other. She’ll be reading an old case file, see some detail about bondage in a testimony, and then later in her tiny apartment she’s masturbating with that in her head, imagining herself in handcuffs instead of the suspect. Very “brain says work, body says no” energy.

The main hook for me was how the investigative stuff keeps colliding with her own corruption. She starts all moral and straight: “I will find the truth, I’m a serious reporter.” Then Victoria, the hot lawyer everyone thinks might have killed someone, shows up with this calm older woman vibe and very expensive clothes that are tailored way too tight on purpose, you can tell. First time Michelle visits her office, she’s digging for clues, checking documents, pretending to look at degrees on the wall while her eyes drop to Victoria’s legs. You get little choices like if you keep the conversation clean or you “accidentally” flirt just a bit too much to get her to open up. You can play Michelle as kind of naive girl who gets overwhelmed and then goes home to finger herself while replaying every touch in her mind, or lean into it and let her decide that fucking her way closer to the truth is basically just another tool. One minute she’s at a crime scene taking notes on her phone, next minute she’s in a dark bar meeting a cop, slowly letting his hand slide up her thigh under the table because she wants his info and also, honestly, she just wants it. The mobile-friendly pacing is funny: you can be on the bus, do a quick dialog branch, end up making Michelle tease herself in the bathroom mirror before an interview, finish, lock your screen, and she’s still panting in your head.

What I really like is how the city itself feels horny even when nothing explicit happens. Walking back to her apartment after a long day of interviews, she’ll notice a couple making out in an alley, or see a girl in a short skirt hail a cab, and her thoughts drift again. The corruption is not like instant “now she’s a slut”, it’s more like each scene pushes her boundary a bit. First she only masturbates alone in bed with her fingers. Later she’s using toys while replaying audio from an interview, getting off to the suspect’s voice. At some point she finds herself recording a source secretly with her phone while also grinding her thighs together because the way he talks about power and control turns her on. There is this one moment I keep thinking about: she’s supposed to be taking pictures of a building connected to the case, nothing sexy at all, but it’s late, she’s alone, and she suddenly decides to slip her hand into her panties right there in the shadow of the doorway, half scared of being seen, half wishing someone would catch her. It’s messy, sometimes a bit clumsy, some dialogs sound like they escaped from Google Translate, but it actually fits her vibe, like she’s still learning who she is while the city and the case slowly drag her deeper into trouble and orgasms.

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.

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.