It’s weird how this game keeps slipping between being horny and being kinda sad. Like one moment you’re scavenging a half-broken supermarket for canned beans, and the next you’re watching Tiffany bend over in that torn tank top, and you *know* the camera’s doing it on purpose. I thought it’d be just another zombie clicker thing, but then it starts poking at your nerves. You play as Mark, but you’re not really him, because half the time you’re watching what happens when he’s gone. It’s uncomfortable but also… hot? I don’t know. The animations are surprisingly smooth, not glossy, more like something someone obsessed over too long in a dark room. Her skin looks sticky in the flashlight. The moans sound too close, like she’s right next to your ear, whispering something you shouldn’t hear.

I wasn’t expecting the teasing parts to be so drawn out. There’s this bit where Alex “accidentally” touches her thigh, and you can tell she notices but pretends not to. Then later, the game just lets you wander around while that tension sits there, heavy. I thought I’d hate the sandbox thing, but it actually makes it worse - like you’re the one choosing to look away or not. The monsters outside barely matter after a while; they just groan in the background, a reminder that everything’s falling apart while something even messier happens inside. There’s a scene with oral that I didn’t think would hit me, but it’s messy and awkward and somehow more real than most. I wish the sound balance wasn’t so off though, the wet noises drown out the dialogue sometimes. Maybe that’s on purpose.

It’s not pretty, but that’s what makes it stick. The game doesn’t care if you feel guilty. It kind of wants you to. I kept thinking I’d stop after one more scene, but then I’d catch a glimpse of Tiffany walking past a broken window, the light hitting her skin just right, and I’d forget whatever I was supposed to be doing.

Burned out barista flies to Rio thinking he’s going to “find himself” or some bullshit like that, and the game immediately throws him into the kind of vacation people only talk about when their main browser is on Pornhub and their incognito tab is full of brown skin, sandy beaches and sloppy oral. You’re this dude who spent way too long serving cappuccinos and listening to people complain about soy milk, and now you’re landing in Brazil with a cheap suitcase, a fried brain and exactly zero idea what you’re doing. Which is perfect, because the game pretty much weaponizes that clueless energy. One moment you’re half jetlagged, trying to figure out how to pay for a cab without looking like a complete idiot, next moment you’re standing in front of a beach bar, staring at a brazilian latina with legs for days, feet in sandals, laughing at you while she knows exactly how stupid you look. And yeah, she catches you staring at her toes. The game does this a lot: it lets you get horny in a really messy, human way, not like some clinical porn script. When she notices your eyes slide down, you actually get a choice. Look away and pretend you were checking the sand. Or keep looking and admit it. If you go for the second one, her smile changes a little, and you suddenly understand this trip is not about “rest”. It’s about how far you’ll actually go once no one from your boring cafe life is watching.

Stuff escalates slowly and then all at once. There’s the first beach party where everyone’s drunk on cheap caipirinha and outdated reggaeton hits, and you’re squeezed between sweaty bodies, lights, and this girl pressing her ass against you while her boyfriend is literally five meters away buying drinks. Or not her boyfriend. The game never makes it clean. It plays with that netorare edge in a way that feels more like a bad decision on a hot night than some hardcore fetish show. You get scenes where you’re sitting at a plastic table, sand under your feet, she slips off her flip flop and her toes slide over your crotch while she pretends to talk about “culture” and “Brazilian spirit”, and her guy is right there laughing at something on his phone. In one branch he catches on, in another he just stays blissfully dumb. Sometimes you feel like a piece of shit, sometimes you don’t care at all, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up for you. When she drags you to the water later and pushes you against the rocks to suck you off while the tide hits your legs, you remember that you were supposed to “reflect on your life choices” this year. Instead you’re getting wet sand on your ass and her mouth around your dick while she strokes you with the same foot that teased you earlier at the bar, making half-muffled jokes in portuguese you barely get. It’s romantic for two seconds, then filthy, then kind of romantic again. Like a party that smells like sunscreen, sweat and cheap perfume, and you only realize you lost your wallet when you’re already back in the hostel bed, still tasting her on your lips.

The game pretends to be about choices, and in a way it is, but it’s not that tidy “good route / bad route” stuff you see everywhere. You can chase a more tender vacation romance with one girl, share quiet moments with her on the beach at sunset, listen to her talk about trying to get out of the favela, kiss her slowly, feel her tongue slide into your mouth while she climbs on your lap, her bikini bottoms pushed aside so she can ride you carefully while waves crash in the background. Or you can screw that up completely by answering one question wrong and ending in some cramped back room of a noisy bar, where another woman drops to her knees so fast it feels almost transactional, letting you fuck her throat while her mascara smudges and her feet rub together along your shaft in a messy footjob that’s more desperation than affection. Sometimes it feels like you’re the tourist ruining people’s lives, other times you’re just a guy getting dragged along in someone else’s chaos. There is interracial stuff, yeah, and the game doesn’t treat it like porn category labels, just like reality: different tones of skin tangled together on sweaty sheets, breath in your ear, nails on your back, a leg over your shoulder while you go down on her until she pulls your hair because you’re too rough. It’s not “polished” at all. Some scenes feel rushed, some jumps between daytime coffee in a small cafe and night-time blowjob in a dark alley are jarring, and sometimes the tone flips so fast you wonder if two writers fought over the script in a Google Doc. But that messy vibe is exactly like a real bad decision vacation. You tell yourself you came here to rest. Then you wake up with sand in your shoes, bite marks on your chest, a girl’s phone number written on your arm in marker, and you’re already checking if she’s online while another woman sends you a message asking if you’re coming to the next party. The game never asks if you deserve any of it. It just lets you sink deeper.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.

Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.