Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

Tali is absolutely not the shy little quarian tech nerd people remember from the original games. Here she’s more like the center of a very rude quiz show where every question is “How far are you willing to go this time?” and the answer keeps getting filthier. The story picks up after she escapes this messed up ghost ship, and instead of going back to anything safe, she ends up bouncing around space with a bunch of “friends” who have very specific ideas about what to do with her suit, her body, and her obedience. One moment you’re in a legit combat scene, trying to manage shields and positioning, and the next moment losing a fight means Tali is on her knees, visor fogged, being used like a trophy by whatever monster just wrecked you. And yeah, the camera really loves her ass. Whoever built those shots deserves an award. Maybe “Excessive Focus On Tali’s Butt” gold medal.

The game kind of feels like a horny Mass Effect quiz where every choice is secretly: a) blowjob, b) anal, c) corruption, d) all of the above. You run around in this sandbox structure, poke different parts of the ship or station, and suddenly you’re in some awkward scene with Liara teasing her while EDI throws dry comments in the background like she’s hosting a porn podcast. One of my favorite dumb moments: I was half-tabbing out to check Discord, left a teasing scene running with Tali “practicing” oral on some alien cock, came back and she had switched positions and was riding instead because I let the idle animation chain continue. No tooltip, no pop up, just “you ignored the scene, now she’s even more corrupted, congrats.” It’s janky in spots, the animations sometimes loop too obviously, and Kasumi just kind of appears, steals the spotlight with a handjob scene, then vanishes again like a horny ninja. Never explained properly, and the game just shrugs and moves on.

What’s nice is how it leans fully into parody without being shy about anything. Miranda’s big tits are used exactly how you think, Ashley is still an uptight soldier but now her idea of discipline is getting Tali to “follow orders” with vaginal and anal rewards, and somewhere in the middle Shepard is there, but half of the time feels like a side character in his own porn. The corruption aspect creeps up on you in a stupidly fun way: early Tali is awkward, blushing, touching herself alone in a quiet room, just masturbation and a bit of teasing. A few bad fights lost, some “training” with Shiala and Samara, one very wrong encounter with a slime-like monster, and suddenly she’s the one grabbing cocks first, begging for more, suit open in places you’re pretty sure are not Alliance regulation. It’s dirty, it’s uneven, it repeats a couple of angles too much, and the UI sometimes hides a choice you swear should be there. But when she bends over in zero-g and the whole scene turns into this slow, weightless anal fuck with her gasping inside the helmet, you kind of forget what you were annoyed about. Or what you were doing before the scene started. Or why Jira is still open in another tab.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.