You run this tiny magic shop crammed between two other buildings that look like they’re about to fall apart, and honestly the place feels more like a porn stash with shelves than some noble wizard workshop. Bottles with glowing liquids, cursed trinkets, scrolls that clearly no one reads, and then these four big walking trouble magnets keep drifting in and out like they half live there. They kinda do. Wolf mercenary who smells like sweat and steel, tiger knight polishing his armor like he’s posing for a calendar, bear wizard that looks soft but has that slow, dirty smile, and a dragon shaman who talks like everything is “spiritual” while his eyes crawl over your body. You’re supposed to be the owner, the “normal” guy, but the game doesn’t even pretend you’re normal. From the first time you catch the wolf in the back room, paw halfway down his pants while he’s pretending to check crossbow bolts, you know where this is going. It plays like a dating sim that got drunk, stumbled into a fantasy RPG, then forgot to finish the combat system because it was too busy staring at big asses and bulges under armor. You open the shop, click through customers, do the usual buy low sell high stuff, but half the fun is ignoring all that and watching which of your four walking fetishes decides to hang around that day.

The voyeur stuff sneaks in so naturally that it feels like you’re the perv, not the dev. Tiny things. Tiger knight comes back from a “patrol”, goes to the side room to take off his plate armor. You get a little notification that the door is “slightly open”. You don’t have to peek. The game does not force you. Of course you peek. Inside, it switches to 2D CG and he’s facing away, that striped tail flicking while he bends down, fat ass framed by that tight undershirt that’s rolled up just enough to show lower back fur and a hint of crack. You can stay there, just watching him peel off layers, muscles moving under the fur, the outline in his underwear getting heavier. There’s even a moment he pauses, tilts his head like he hears something, and if you stay too long he turns, stares right at “the camera” and his smirk changes depending on how far you pushed your relationship earlier. I got the version where he steps closer, grabs his junk and gives this lazy squeeze, like “since you’re spying anyway, don’t pretend you’re shy”. I swear I was sitting with my phone like I got caught in real life. And the game knows you’re jerking it on the other side of the screen. It gives you these short, sharp h scenes, not huge walls of text, but focused: heavy breathing, rustle of cloth, low growls, little bits of dirty talk that feel like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not some PG-13 writer. The dragon shaman one where he’s “purifying” a charm with his hand under his robe is just filthy. You see the robe move, his throat bobbing, claws tensing, and if you tap at the wrong time he stops and whispers that you’re “disturbing the ritual” which is just rude because he’s the one stroking himself behind the shop shelves.

It’s kinda fun that travel still matters. You pack up with whichever guy you want, head to some ruin or forest or weird temple, do a bit of simple adventure stuff, then at camp it becomes pure thirst. There was this night run I did with the wolf merc where we took a job too far out just so I could trigger his tent event. We clear some bandit nonsense, collect loot, nothing fancy. At camp, he says he’ll “keep watch”. Game gives you the option to sleep or “check the perimeter”. Of course I mess with the perimeter. You walk just far enough to see him sitting on a rock, pants open, stroking that thick cock while looking at the stars like it’s some romantic gesture. No music, just chirping insects, his low panting and a wet sound that made me fumble the phone. I liked that it lets you either stay hidden and just watch him finish, cum dripping on his abs while he grunts and relaxes, or go up to him, which turns it into a direct scene with more teasing and some mutual touching. Both feel different enough that I actually reloaded like a degenerate to see them. The only thing that annoyed me was the mobile UI being a bit fiddly at the bottom of the screen, my stupid thumb kept hitting the wrong response when things got spicy, like the game knows when I’m one-handed. Also I’m still mad that the bear wizard’s big ass always gets framed beautifully in the bath CG but never quite fully nude from the angle I want, like he’s doing this on purpose to torture me. But the way each guy has their own pace, from the knight pretending to be noble while clearly turned on by being watched, to the dragon calling your masturbation “another form of trance”, makes the whole thing feel like you’re running a sex-charged little back alley den where everyone acts holy until someone bends over to pick up a potion and suddenly all the air is gone.

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.

The whole thing feels like somebody mashed together a horny Final Fantasy fanfic, a cheap mobile survival clone and a beach episode that never ends, then said “yeah, good enough” and shipped it. Which, weirdly, kind of works. You wake up on this tropical island, sand in your shoes, dick in your hand metaphorically, literal later, and the first cutscene just slaps you with that “you’re a loser, now enjoy paradise” tone. The animation in those early scenes is rough in a way I actually like. Faces hold just a little too long, camera lingers on thighs like the animator forgot to hit stop, some lip sync looks like it was done in a hurry during a Discord call. But when Hana leans in close the first time, hair moving in the breeze, you can feel someone really tried. It is not clean. It feels like watching a lewd indie short posted on Twitter that somehow grew into a full game. And then you blink and suddenly there is Tifa in a bikini that never existed in any official artwork, and the game just shrugs, like “yeah, she washed up here, whatever, go talk to her.”

Cutscenes are the best and worst part. One moment you get this slow, almost romantic shot of the island at sunset, the ocean reflecting orange, Hana’s silhouette, and you think “oh, nice mood.” Next moment, hard cut to the male protagonist getting jerked off against a palm tree like a teenager who just learned the word “frottage” yesterday. The camera really loves asses. It crawls over Tifa’s bikini line while she pretends she does not know what masturbation is, then five clicks later she is riding your face in a little looping animation where her hair clips through her shoulders in exactly the same place every cycle. Marie Rose shows up in her swimsuit and that whole “mystery of the island” thing just walks out of the room. The plot starts hinting that the island is wrong, that girls are not just lost tourists, but the next scene is you spanking Marie on the beach while a crab walks through the background like an unpaid extra. The point and click bits are fine, you tap on a coconut, you tap on a girl, you tap on yourself under the water in a badly hidden masturbation loop. Sex toys appear later and the game treats them like legendary weapons, full camera pan, shiny highlight, then you just shove a vibrator between Tifa’s legs in a short looping shot that probably took the animator all night and two energy drinks. There is a mystery somewhere under all the crossover fanservice, but every time you start to care the game distracts you with another animated bikini grinding on the protagonist’s cock and, honestly, that is exactly the kind of trashy commitment I did not know I wanted.

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.