This one hits you in the face right from the menu. No slow tease, no soft intro, just angry incel energy pointed straight at this stacked milf who had the bad luck to end up on the wrong side of their little revenge fantasy. The whole thing feels like some twisted porn livestream where you’re stuck behind the main camera, forced to watch while she gets dragged through one degrading setup after another. You’re not some heroic savior either. The game clearly expects you to enjoy the shit going down, and it does not pretend it’s anything else. That honesty is kind of fucked up, kind of refreshing, depends on your mood.

What sells it is how much it leans into humiliation and control. The guys are not suave, not “alpha chads”, just bitter creeps who finally got power and use it in the worst possible way. They shove phones in her face, make her suck cock while she’s crying, then force the camera closer so you see every messy string of spit and drool hanging from her lips. There’s this one scene in a parking lot where they push her against a car, yank up her skirt and take turns using her like free public entertainment. Cars drive by, a couple of NPCs look over, nobody helps, and the camera just keeps rolling. At some point one dude grabs her jaw, opens her mouth wide and makes her stare into the lens with full-on ahegao while they’re still balls deep inside her. It feels disgusting and hot at the same time, like watching a trashy camshow that started as a prank and went completely off the rails.

Sex on camera is a constant thing here. A lot of the domination is about “everyone will see you like this” more than just physical pain. They film her choking on cock, snot running down her face, mascara fucked, then show her the recording while she’s stuck with a dick in her ass, and threaten to leak it if she doesn’t obey. The public stuff ramps up too. She’s shoved onto benches, bent over railings, dragged to some dirty stairwell and used like a free-use toy while phones are out and guys shout orders. Anal gets treated like some kind of punishment, they save it for when she resists too much. One time they spit on her asshole, push in without warning while another guy makes her deepthroat on camera, so you hear her gag while you see her hips jerk forward. The whole “incels unleash hell” premise actually fits, it feels more like watching a hate crime that somebody jerked off to than a normal porn plot. If that sentence sounds appealing, you’re the exact target. If not, you’re probably going to close the tab halfway through the first public use scene and pretend you never clicked it.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

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