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.

Mirabel sneaks off to this hidden clearing like it’s her personal sin corner, and the whole thing feels a bit like somebody mashed Hogwarts Legacy with a trashy BDSM doujin they didn’t want their mother to see. She’s this shy plant nerd, clearly styled after Professor Garlick’s vibe but more… breakable. At first she’s just there “for research” and yeah, sure, we all tell ourselves that when our browser history looks like a sex shop catalog. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be innocent. One strange plant, one curious touch, and suddenly she’s moaning, getting more turned on than she’s willing to admit even to herself. The corruption isn’t instant, though. You see that weird mix of shame and need in her face and in the way she hesitates before the next thing, like she’s trying to remember how a good girl is supposed to act while her body already betrayed her.

What works is how the domination slowly tightens around her without some fifty-text-box lecture. One moment she’s just exploring, the next she’s got her ass in the air, cheeks red from spanking, tears in the corners of her eyes, and some smug bastard is using her like she’s homework he’s too lazy to do properly. There’s a nice shift from her trying to resist to those little slips where she pushes back with her hips, or spreads her legs a tiny bit wider when she thinks nobody is noticing. The humiliation hits in those tiny details too: her trying to cover herself, failing, being ordered to show everything, like she’s just another toy to be tested. That first time the plug goes in and she gasps, half terrified, half addicted, kinda lingers in your head afterward. Anal isn’t treated like some huge “special scene,” it just appears as another way to own her, to see how far she can bend before she breaks. Vaginal, anal, fingers, toys, all get mixed with commands and mockery, and it’s messy in that way that feels a bit too real, like watching somebody realize they love being degraded more than they love their own dignity.

It’s also funny in a fucked up way how the forest clearing ends up feeling more like a dungeon than the castle dungeons ever did in the original Harry Potter stuff. No elaborate chamber, no dramatic spells, just trees, roots, and Mirabel on her knees, getting used. Visuals lean hard into those facial expressions, that “I hate that I love this” look, so even when the animation hiccups or a pose holds too long, the mood still sticks. Sometimes the pacing goes weird, like you expect a proper build-up and suddenly she’s already taking it deep and begging for more, and then the scene slows again for a close-up of a toy pushing inside. It’s clumsy, but in the same way a rushed quickie behind the greenhouse can still be the thing you think about later while scrolling through TikTok with one hand and not touching your phone with the other. There’s no big moral, no attempt to make Mirabel “grow as a person.” She just grows more obedient, more filthy, more owned, and the game doesn’t apologize for it even once.

City is fucked, virus hit, and suddenly this quiet nobody from the council wakes up with “congrats, you’re the mayor now, everyone else is dead or gone.” That’s pretty much the whole vibe. No fancy hero intro, you just walk out into streets that feel half-abandoned, half-hungry, and every girl you meet is either scared of you, wants something from you, or ends up on her knees because the new laws say so. Power here is not metaphor, it’s literally “sign a paper and that shy nurse is now legally required to spread her legs for public morale.” The game leans very hard into that fantasy where your word is the only rule that matters, and every scene is built around that: city hall office sex with the blinds wide open, turning a rescue shelter into your private harem base, using “health checkups” as excuse to bend a trembling secretary over your desk and fuck her raw while she tries to still call you “Mr. Mayor” without choking on your cock. It plays like a corruption sandbox, but the corruption is half on them and half on you, because early on you may actually try to be nice and then the game keeps tempting you with easy shortcuts like “legalized prostitution as economic stimulus” and suddenly you are running a citywide brothel network with branded uniforms.

What really hooked me was how casual the mind control and paranormal stuff creeps in. At first it’s legal pressure and fear. Then you unlock these weird powers after a shady lab scene, and now you can just touch a girl’s forehead and flip a switch inside her, turn a proud cop into a cock-hungry slave who still wears her badge while you make her suck you off in a dark alley, knowing patrol cams are catching every second because you ordered surveillance to stay online “for safety reasons.” The more you abuse it, the more the girls change, not just dialogue, but their whole attitude. That quiet librarian who used to flinch when you mentioned public punishment? Later she’s volunteering to get chained naked in the square, dripping while the crowd watches and you decide if she gets her first anal pounding there in front of everyone or in your private room with her mouth full and her ass already lubed from your last creampie. There’s group scenes where your personal harem kneels in a line and you just walk along, using them one by one, some trying to impress you with deepthroat, others begging for cum inside because in this broken city, being pregnant with the mayor’s kid is basically a golden ticket. It’s filthy, unpolished in a way that actually fits the setting, and yeah, sometimes the game trips over its own ambition, like a choice menu that promises moral dilemma but really only asks if you want to fuck her in the ass first or keep her pussy untouched for later. Still, when I was signing a “public morale decree” while some big-titted ex-councilwoman rode my dick on the mayoral throne, moaning that she used to be your boss and now she’s your slave, it felt exactly like the kind of wrong, nasty fantasy this sort of game is supposed to be.

Arthur dies like a loser and wakes up like a problem. That is the best way I can describe Inanna Revenge. You start as this bored 21 year old with a stepsister and zero future, and suddenly a smug goddess picks you up, dusts you off and throws you into a medieval fantasy world where tits are big, asses are even bigger, and everybody pretends they are serious mages while their clothes barely exist. Visually it feels like Honey Select on a good hair day, but with someone actually caring about light and angles. The girls have that glossy, almost plastic perfection, but the game leans into it, like it knows it is fetish material first and realism second. When a priestess bends to examine a magic circle and the camera just stays behind her for way too long, that is not an accident. It is voyeurism baked into the storytelling. You are supposed to stare. I did. I would complain about the weird way some hair clips through armor, but I know I will just forget it next time a boob jiggle animation happens at the right moment in a spell scene.

The structure feels like a visual novel that swallowed an RPG book and did not chew properly. You walk around, talk, grind a bit, unlock skills, then suddenly you are in turn based combat trying not to get your party wiped by some slime that later will probably be used to lubricate someone. Stats actually matter enough that I restarted once after building my Arthur as a soft-hearted romantic idiot, then watched him fail at dominating a girl who was practically begging to be collared. There is a mentality gauge for the MC that slowly twists his reactions. You go nice guy, he acts soft and protective, more romance, more blushing kisses, slower teasing, loving oral and creampie scenes that almost feel like a date you accidentally recorded. You go pragmatic or just a bit cruel and the vibe becomes different. Hands on throat, firm groping, making a mage strip as a reward, pushing a girl to obey while she tries to pretend she is not into it. It is not hardcore evil, more like "I know you want to be used so let me use you" energy. Sometimes the game sells the romance so well that you feel bad turning a girl into a submissive pet. Then you see her kneel, lips open, and you forget. Or maybe that is just me, scrolling with one hand and pretending this is about character development.

The harem stuff is handled with more taste than I expected and less taste than your mom would approve. You can be gentle boyfriend type with one girl and cold master with another, and the art actually reflects that. Same girl who melts in a soft cuddle scene later looks glassy eyed and flushed while you hold her by the hair and cum inside her, and the contrast is kind of hot. There is this one puzzle in a ruined temple, where you have to move magic sigils in the right order, and if you screw around too much you get a scene where your companion has to distract a corrupt noble by dancing for him. Watching her strip piece by piece while you desperately click around like an idiot on a Sudoku you did not study for is a funny kind of humiliation. I liked that more than the noble did. The optional sharing content is very on the nose. When you choose to let another guy touch your girl, the game really pauses and asks like "you sure, bro" and if you click yes, you better enjoy seeing her used while you watch. It is not jealousy pornography, more like "I arranged this and I own the situation" kind of netorase. If that is not your thing, you just switch it off in the settings and pretend nobody else in this universe has a dick. Sex scenes are longer than usual for these games which is nice and also sometimes annoying when you just want to finish and it keeps going with another angle of her swallowing or another slow creampie animation. But at least they feel different, not copy paste with new hair color. I wish the game had less mini games, to be honest, but I know the dev will never remove them, they love their little toys. Inanna Revenge is messy, horny, strangely emotional and not nearly as clever as it thinks it is, which might be why it works.