Clara is basically what happens if some bootleg Lara Croft got drunk on porn logic and cursed artifacts, then decided pants are optional from now on. She’s got the tight top, huge tits that look like they’re one dodge-roll away from falling out, and that slightly smug “I’m smarter than this whole dungeon” face… right until the first horny ghost, tentacled monster or leather-obsessed cultist grabs her by the hips and the whole adventure turns into a sex reel. The ring she’s looking for feels like an excuse; the real treasure is how many ways the game finds to humiliate, worship, break or spoil her body while she still tries to act like a serious explorer. I love that mix. She’s climbing ancient ruins one second, and the next she’s on her knees, drool on her chin, cheeks tear-streaked while some paranormal futa thing is stuffing her throat and asshole at the same time. There’s this weird charm in watching a badass heroine that clearly masturbates in her tent, pretending she’s not into it, then completely losing control when someone actually grabs her ass and pins her down.

The whole thing plays like someone mashed a horny Tomb Raider parody with a turn based hentai RPG, then added too many fetishes and just said “fuck it, keep all of them”. You poke through crumbling corridors, flip some switches, solve puzzles that make you feel a tiny bit smart, then get ambushed by monsters that want way more than your HP. I liked how half the “game over” scenes feel more like “game reward” scenes. Lose a fight? Ok, here’s Clara on her back, ankles hooked behind her head, getting used like a toy by a group of masked cultists, one in her mouth, one grinding between her tits, somebody else stretching her pussy open until her belly bulges. Sometimes it’s male dom, sometimes she flips it and tramples a guy’s face with her dirty boots, makes him lick the sweat off her feet while she lazily fingers herself and pisses on his chest, like “this is what you wanted, right?” and you’re just nodding in front of the screen. There’s also that nasty, wet kind of voyeurism where the camera lingers from weird angles, like through a crack in the wall while she rubs herself in secret, or from the point of view of some demon watching her take a quick, desperate pee behind a ruined statue, only for a tentacle to slide up between her thighs. One route you get sweet-ish lesbian teasing and slow groping, another you end up strapped in some BDSM contraption getting filled from every side, double or even triple penetration, toys buzzing inside her while a harsh mistress tugs her hair and slaps her tits until they’re red. It’s messy, sometimes brutal with graphic violence right next to messy oral and rough anal, but there’s this twisted fantasy logic to it that made my artist brain spin: Clara on a stone altar, covered in runes and cum; Clara riding a monster like a mount while jerking off another with her feet; Clara crying and laughing at the same time because she finally got the ring, but she had to fuck half the paranormal world to earn it. I opened the game thinking “ok, silly porn parody”, and now my Pinterest is full of half-finished sketches of her getting railed in dusty tombs.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.