New city, new gym, whole building full of girls with claws, tails, extra ears and way too much ass packed into tight sport shorts. You play the guy who owns the place, the “responsible” gym instructor who swears it’s a safe space and not a walking fetish trap, then the first thing you do is watch a sweaty lamia try to fit her giant snake body on a treadmill that was never built for that. The game just throws you into this weird cozy fantasy where every monster girl is pretending it’s just about fitness, while you and them keep eyeing those bouncing tits in the mirror like nobody notices. It feels like a normal gym management RPG at first: you plan sessions, pick training routines, mess with stats, keep an eye on money and equipment. Then you realize each session is basically an excuse to get closer and closer until your “stretching assistance” is just your hands sliding way too low on her hips while she pretends it’s part of the program.

What really got me hooked is how personal the training becomes. You are not just clicking “do squats”. You choose how hard you push them, if you praise or tease, if you focus on strength, stamina, or just making them feel sexy as hell in those tight sport uniforms. One time I decided to be super strict with a shy catgirl who kept hiding her huge chest under baggy clothes. I pushed her with brutal cardio, barely letting her rest. By the end she’s drenched, shirt stuck to her skin, nipples poking through, and she’s staring at you with that mix of “I hate you” and “please don’t stop”. Another time I did the opposite with a tall, smug cow girl. I kept giving her “breaks”, helping her stretch, holding her from behind while she bent over, letting my hands “accidentally” rest on her thick thighs. She knew what I was doing. She leaned her heavy tits back on my chest and asked if that counted as core training.

The sandbox part hits pretty hard. You control schedule, who gets attention, what parts of the gym you upgrade. Do you unlock more public areas where other monster girls can watch each other work out, all that voyeur energy, or do you focus on private rooms where the moans echo against the walls and no one complains? I like when the gym gets busy and you walk through the floor, just clicking on whoever catches your eye: a wolf girl doing squats, ass popping out of her shorts, tail twitching like she’s horny already; a slim bunny girl trying to keep up with heavy weights because she wants a rounder ass and you stand behind her, every rep pushing her closer to you; a proud demon girl who pretends she doesn’t care about “romance” but blushes like crazy when you praise her body. Sometimes the AI art looks a bit off if you stare too long, like an extra finger or weird angle, but honestly the sweat, the flushed faces, the giant tits straining against sports bras, it all sells the fantasy so hard I stopped caring.

There’s a romance angle, yeah, but it’s the obsessive kind if you play it like that. You can focus on one girl, stalk her routine, always being there to “help” only her, tuning her training just for your tastes. You make her stronger while also making sure her curves stay huge, and she starts relying on you emotionally, not just physically. Or you can be a slutty trainer, spreading your attention, making them all a bit too attached, jealous when they see you correcting someone else’s posture from behind. I liked when one of them walked in on me mid “private stretching” with another girl and the dialogue got all passive-aggressive, but nobody actually left. Just silence, heavy breathing, and you in the middle of all that monster girl drama, pretending you are still just a gym owner and not the biggest pervert in the building.

Guy grows up on a boring farm, shoveling shit, milking cows, watching the same hills every day, and one morning he just snaps and says “fuck this, I’m done.” That’s basically where the game starts. He walks into this new guild in town like some clueless country boy with a hard dick and big dreams, and the guild is nothing like he imagined. It’s less glorious hero hall and more horny circus, full of weirdos, stacked women and things that probably count as “monsters” on paper but end up hotter than half the humans in town. You see it all from his eyes, close and personal, like you’re the one trying not to stare at their tits when they’re pretending to explain guild rules. I failed that part, by the way. Hard.

The town itself feels like a big playground that somebody filled with quests just so you had an excuse to walk around staring at asses. It’s one of those sandboxes where you just wander, poke things, get distracted, forget the main story exists, then suddenly remember you were supposed to become a “real adventurer” and not just bang every girl with a pulse. Half the time I was going “ok, next I’m gonna do proper guild jobs” and then this busty receptionist bends over the counter and my brain just turns to pornhub suggestions. There’s that slow, teasing rhythm too: first it’s casual talk, then innuendo, then you’re back in the same spot later and the conversation is just a little dirtier, her top a little tighter, her eyes locking on your crotch like it’s part of the quest log. They really nailed that feeling of escalation where you know you’re in a harem game long before the MC figures it out. He’s always the last one to understand he’s surrounded by girls who want to jump him. You’re just watching thinking “dude, she is basically offering her pussy on a silver plate” and he’s like “wow she’s friendly.”

What really gets me is when the “monster” girls show up. First time you meet one, you half expect some goofy gimmick. Then she leans in close, you notice fangs, scales, maybe a tail swaying behind her, but your dick does not care at all. I had one scene where the MC is alone in some side area the guild barely uses, and this not-quite-human girl corners him. You can see her curves clear as day, boobs pressing against him, pupils doing that hungry thing, and she’s talking about “payment” for helping her with a tiny errand that took like two clicks. The game doesn’t rush it. There’s that slow, heavy silence where you know she’s about to make him choose between pretending he’s a good boy and letting her ride him stupid in some dusty storage room, while everyone else in the guild is just a few doors away. And because it’s from his perspective, the camera just sits right there while her hand slowly drifts down, testing him, testing you. Sometimes I wished the MC talked less and just fucked more, but then again, the teasing is part of why it hits. The world feels slightly messy, not super polished, like a shelf full of figures where some are still in the box and some already out and leaning funny, but that’s exactly the charm here: everything’s a bit imperfect, a bit off, but you still want to collect every girl, every scene, every little moment where the farm boy forgets about “goals” and just gets lost in soft skin and dangerous curves.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Dan is that guy who thought getting into automation engineering would make life all clean and logical, then ends up resetting routers for boomers on tech support while his dick basically runs his decision making. Game starts pretty calm, him just being this slightly awkward dude at a soul killing job, and then boom, Christina walks back into his life. Old high school friend. The kind of “friend” you used to think about in the shower and then tell yourself it was just hormones. Now she’s grown into this walking temptation with huge tits, soft voice, and that mix of sweet and lowkey horny teasing that makes your brain lag like a shitty Discord call. The game really leans into that familiar energy, that weird nostalgia where you remember her as the girl eating fries in the cafeteria, but now she’s pressing those big boobs against your arm and asking if you “missed hanging out” with that innocent smile that is absolutely not innocent.

It plays like one of those slow burn visual novels where half the tension is in what you don’t say. You’re clicking through their chats, coffee meetups, small talk that clearly wants to be dirty talk, and the fun is in trying to read her mood from each CG, each little facial shift. One moment she’s joking about your boring office job, next moment she’s leaning too close, t-shirt pulling just enough to show cleavage that should be illegal, and you get that CG freeze of her looking up like “what, do my tits distract you?” And yes, they do, thanks for asking. There are scenes where she pretends to be all innocent, like “oh, I didn’t know this top was so tight,” while she very obviously knows exactly what she’s doing. That teasing is almost more intense than the actual hentai scenes. Almost. When you finally get those, they’re the kind of CGs where you stop clicking and just stare. Sweat, flushed skin, her legs spread on your couch after “just watching a movie,” and you can almost hear the cheap Netflix show still playing in the background while she rides you slowly, hair messy, cheeks red, tits bouncing while she tries to “keep it quiet.” Yeah, that whole “friends” thing does not survive very long.

What stuck with me is how the game sells that romance angle without pretending it’s some pure love story. It’s horny as hell, but it’s not just random fuck scenes thrown at you like a porn hub playlist. You get that build up: old memories, little jealous moments when she mentions other guys, the way she casually touches your shoulder then pulls back like she’s testing you. One CG where she hugs you from behind after a rough day and her boobs are basically wrapped around you like a warm anime pillow, and you can tell she knows what that does to you. They talk about stupid stuff too, like high school rumors and who dated who, and in between those lines you feel the “what if we had hooked up back then” tension. At some point she straight up asks if you ever had a crush on her, and depending on what you pick, the vibe of the next scene totally shifts. There’s this moment where she shows up in your place “just for a drink” in tight jeans and a top that can barely contain her chest, sits way too close, then starts playing with her hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, throwing you looks like she wants you to fuck up and make the first move. When you finally push past all that and she lets you strip her, she still keeps that teasing energy, like biting her lip and pretending she’s shy while her body tells a completely different story. It’s messy, it’s horny, it feels like that dangerous zone between old friend and full-on girlfriend, where every choice might fuck things up or make her moan your name louder. And honestly, that’s exactly the fun part.

You arrive in Canbe Valley with a broken house, a dead family, and a town that looks like some cozy farming sim from the outside but smells like rotten sex and money the more you walk around. It pretends to be clean, polite place where everyone smiles too wide, yet every corner has someone whispering about “special services” or asking if you’re “open to arrangements.” Your old farm is barely standing, the fields are empty, and your only real asset is that people in this valley need someone discreet who won’t ask too many questions. Somehow that ends up meaning you. One moment you’re fixing the fence and selling a bit of milk, next moment you’re negotiating with a bored noble’s pet monster girl who wants to sneak out at night for “training” sessions that definitely are not about combat.

The game plays like a messy sandbox where the main quest keeps nudging you toward the city’s filth, but you can just fuck off and check random places, talk to random girls, pick random jobs. One day you run into a shy catgirl who’s technically someone’s property and technically not allowed to talk to you. She still meets you behind the barn, kneels in the hay, starts giving you this hesitant, sloppy blowjob where she keeps looking up like she’s afraid someone will see. She apologizes every time she gags. It’s lewd, a bit wrong, and the game does not stop to lecture you. Another time, a sharp-tongued priestess type in town drags you to a back room, orders you to sit, then starts stroking you off with that fake holy smile, telling you this is “necessary purification.” Her handjob starts controlled and calm, then she speeds up when you push her buttons in dialogue, goes from cold superiority to quietly panting against your ear. The scene just keeps going, changing camera angles, changing pace, until you blow on her robes and she pretends to be outraged while obviously loving it.

What I liked a lot is how sex is wired into everything without the game screaming “hey, porn scene here!” all the time. You help with some shady slave paperwork, later the same girl shows up on your farm, half scared, half curious, and if you play it right she slowly shifts from “I have to obey” to “I want to play.” The corruption of the town feels baked into the economy: brothel owners want better girls, rich bastards want exclusive monster pets, and your farm becomes weird hub where human girls and monster girls cross paths. Sometimes you just want to explore, check a new district, then suddenly you’re in a brothel side room, getting your dick sucked by a spider-girl who has way too many hands for your own good. And yeah, the place is not pretty-clean heroic fantasy. There is slavery. There is prostitution that sits right on the line between exploitative and seductive, and the game just lets you wade in it and make your own compromises. It’s horny, grimy, a bit clumsy, and kind of perfect for anyone who likes their adventure with a lot of messy, uncensored sex wrapped around a fake “nice village” that is absolutely fucked under the surface.

Hero story on the surface, total filth underneath. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re not the shining savior, you’re the snake in the sleeping bag. The world is doing that classic “demon horde rising again” thing, the Hero’s party is all proud and hopeful, and you’re there smiling like a good little ally while secretly sent by the Demon King to fuck everything up from inside. And “fuck” is not just metaphor here. You’re working your way through trust, lust and corruption at the same time, pushing everyone in the party over the edge in different ways. One girl starts all pure and doe-eyed, blushing when you brush her hand, then five scenes later she’s moaning with tongue out and eyes rolled back while you rail her from behind, fat creampie dripping while she’s supposed to be “on watch” for monsters. Another guy in the group is a cocky swordsman, all talk about honor, and you slowly grind him down with teasing, humiliation and those “friendly” training sessions that turn into blowjob practice, then sissification, then him begging to wear panties under his armor. The game really loves that slow slide from normal to “how the hell did we get here” and it doesn’t apologize at all.

What sells it is how it mixes the fantasy quest with filthy little betrayals. You’re doing typical RPG stuff, traveling, camp scenes, tavern stays, but every stop is a new chance to twist someone a bit more. Helping the healer “meditate”? Actually guiding her through “special breathing” while your hand is between her legs and she’s leaking on your fingers. Sparring with the Hero? You tire him out on purpose, then leave him to sleep while you sneak off and fuck his crush hard enough she starts lactating in a later scene, and you make sure he walks in just in time to see the internal view shot of your cum overflowing from her stretched pussy. There is a lot of voyeur stuff like that, you arranging things so people catch each other in the worst possible moment, then using the shame to push them even deeper: blackmailing the proud mage with that time she let you titfuck her in the bath, turning it into regular “magic lessons” with her on her knees, or forcing the tanky milf knight to let you spank and grope her under her armor right in the town square because she “owes” you for saving her from a monster girl that you actually lured her into. And yeah, the monster girls get in on it too, sometimes joining the group sex, sometimes being your tools, sometimes corrupting you right back with a surprise anal scene where you pretend you’re in control but she clearly isn’t fooled.

The sex is all over the place in a good way and a messy way. You get sweet romance moments where you almost feel bad, like when the Hero’s childhood friend whispers she wants to carry your baby because she thinks it’ll make you closer to the Hero, and then the game just slams into hardcore group scene with her pinned, double stuffed, drooling ahegao face while you use her like a toy. One evening you’re giving “foot massage” to the party’s stern elf archer that ends with her sliding her toes around your shaft, totally red but still trying to act calm, and the next morning she’s the one offering to help you “relax” with a handjob behind some ruins, pretending it’s just physical relief so she doesn’t have to admit she’s addicted. There is lesbian stuff between party members you twisted emotionally, traps that start as jokes from the Demon King side and turn into full on submissive little pets in your harem, interracial scenes with captured enemies you flip over to your side using nothing but your cock and a bit of humiliation. You get classic blowjob, anal, multiple penetration, toys jammed in during battle prep, the Hero getting cucked in ten different ways without even realizing half of it, and a lot of those evil little moments where you watch from the shadows while they masturbate thinking about you, then you step out and ruin them more. It’s not soft, it’s not “healthy”, it’s dirty spying, gaslighting, teasing and training wrapped around an adventure that pretends to be heroic while you quietly turn the whole party into your personal, leaking, obedient mess.

Your phone is the real main character here. Not the guy you play, not the girls with the soft smiles and way-too-tight jeans, but that stupid little screen that never stops buzzing at the wrong time. You start with this cozy, slightly boring relationship, the kind where you already know how she takes her coffee and what porn tabs you keep half-hidden. It feels safe. Almost too safe. Then the messages start getting weird. Notifications pop up that are just off enough to make your stomach sink. A heart emoji from someone you barely remember. A photo cropped just a little too carefully. A chat thread with way too many deleted messages. You are not supposed to see some of this, and the game knows you want to.

The whole thing plays out like you are stuck between two chats at once, trying not to fuck everything up while also kind of wanting to. You switch between talking sweet to your girlfriend and flirting with someone you probably should not even be typing “hey” to. One second you are apologizing for being late to dinner, next second you are staring at a close-up of a huge ass pressed up against a mirror, trying to decide if you send a horny reply or leave it on read and pretend it never happened. The game likes to tease you with those little choices. Do you scroll further down the gallery and risk seeing something that will ruin your night, or put the phone away like a good boy and pretend the problem is not there. Obviously you scroll.

The cheating stuff is not just “haha, sex with someone else”, it is more like slow poison. Your guy reads a message, hesitates, lies about it in the next scene, and that small lie echoes later when she looks at you just a bit too long and says “you alright?” while her own phone buzzes face down on the table. There are AI-style CGs of her bent over the couch with her hair messy and her ass taking up half the screen, but the more you stare the more you keep thinking “who took this angle” and it stops feeling safe at all. One scene really hit: you are on voice call with your girl, she is telling you about her day, and in a side chat some other woman sends a bathroom mirror nude, wet skin and fat ass barely covered, with a tiny caption like “you thinking of me?” and the game just lets both conversations sit there at the same time, forcing you to juggle guilt and lust like some horny clown.

Sometimes the romance hits in a messed up way. There is this quiet late-night text where she admits she is scared of losing you, right after you spent five minutes scrolling a chat that makes it pretty obvious someone already had their hands on her. Or maybe they did not. The game is a liar and it enjoys that. You can be gentle with her, call her cute pet names, send selfies of your chest, and it almost feels wholesome… until you notice a tiny reflection in a glass door in one CG that looks like another guy’s shoulder in the background. Could be nothing. Could be everything. The tension is less “will I get laid” and more “who is fucking who behind whose back while everybody smiles and says goodnight”. And the wild part is, you keep pulling the phone back up anyway, swiping through chats like a junkie, hoping the next message hurts a little less or a lot more. Hard to tell which one you actually want.

Just starting out as the new assistant to the infamous British archaeologist Clara Loft, you quickly realize this gig is far from ordinary. Forget boring expeditions - expect a chaotic mix of raunchy encounters, irreverent jokes, and clever references that spice up every moment.

With her voluptuous curves and fierce attitude, Clara uses both her intellect and body to manipulate situations, pulling you into a web of seduction and danger.

Every decision you make influences the dynamic between you and Clara, steering your fate along paths of lust, loyalty, or betrayal.

Explicit scenes range from teasing blowjobs and titfucks to full-on vaginal and anal sex, all brought to life with detailed animation and sultry voiceovers.

Between the erotic escapades, you’ll tackle challenging puzzles and engage in combat, blending cerebral and physical gameplay seamlessly.

The game plays with themes of power and seduction, letting you explore dark desires or playful domination within its humorous, adult-driven storyline.

Your connection with Clara can blossom into something real, or spiral into a wild, lust-fueled ride - only your decisions decide the endgame.

Dark Dreams looks like the kind of place where a horny virgin RPG nerd would go “ok, yeah, this is where I die happy”. You start as this awkward guy finally getting into the city after busting his ass for years, and the world hits you in the face fast. Humans and these almost-human simic girls live together, and right away you feel that thing in the air: everyone’s a little too touchy, a little too curious, like the whole city is permanently on the edge of a wet dream. Simics are in trouble because they barely get male babies anymore, so suddenly your clueless, blue-balled main guy? He’s not just some random dude. He’s basically a walking fuckable resource. The game does a fun job of letting you feel that shift, too. At the start you’re this shy, “sorry, I never even had a proper handjob” type. After a while, it’s like every corner of the city has someone who wants to test how much stamina you actually have, with this weird mix of fantasy lore and “please cum in me for science”.

What I really liked is how the sandbox part doesn’t hold your hand too much. You wander the city, talk to girls, peek through wrong doors like a creep, and suddenly you’re watching someone getting her throat used in an alley, animated and messy, while your guy is hiding in the shadows jerking off, shaking like he might blow just from watching. Some events feel almost accidental, in a good way. I had one scene where I just went back to the same house at the “wrong” time and walked in on a simic girl riding some guy hard, moaning like her life depends on it. Instead of kicking you out, she locks eyes with you, tells the guy to shut up, and starts using her hand on you too, both cocks getting stroked while she keeps grinding, like she’s trying to milk two faucets at once. It’s raunchy as hell, but there’s also this weird emotional layer, because story-wise they are low-key desperate for strong males, and sex is half lust, half survival. Then later, the same girl sits you down and talks about dreams and ancient shit from Phaeton like she didn’t just have your dick in her mouth against the wall earlier. I kinda like that messy tone shift. Or maybe I don’t. Depends on mood.

Once you start making choices, the game leans hard into the “every touch means something” idea. Sleep with one girl and actually finish in her, and the game remembers. Go for masturbating alone in your small room, watching your phone glow while some simic girl sends you half-naked clips from the bath, and the story bends differently. You can go full voyeur mode, spying from staircases and balconies, staying a virgin a bit longer while you watch other people get their holes filled. Or you can just break and go straight for vaginal, anal, oral, whatever you can unlock, turning the hero from this soft boy to a confident bastard who knows exactly how deep to push. Some of the animated scenes are rough in a good way: that sloppy first blowjob where she struggles with the tip, drool all over, your guy trying not to thrust, then completely failing and shoving it down anyway, her gagging but grabbing your hips so you don’t pull out. That one stuck in my brain. And yeah, the whole “healing power of touch” thing is cheesy as fuck sometimes, but you forget about it when a simic girl is riding your cock slow, staring into your eyes, talking about saving her race while she slides down to the base and you’re torn between listening to the lore and just trying not to cum in five seconds. Oh, and the mobile side is surprisingly smooth, I played half of it on my phone in the bathroom with Chrome on, one hand playing and the other very busy, and it still ran better than some “serious” games on PC. The only thing that annoyed me is that tiny UI thing in the corner that I kept tapping by mistake, but whatever, it’s not getting fixed and I kind of hate it. Anyway, the game keeps mixing slow story scenes with explicit moments where you’re elbows-deep in someone, or she’s sitting on your face while jerking you off, and somehow that fits right in with all the talk about destroyed planets and lost civilizations. Weird combo. Works. Mostly.