Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.

Janna here starts as that squeaky clean wind priestess you kinda remember from League, all shiny, polite, acting like she’s allergic to bad words. Game laughs at that fast. You’re basically the invisible perv voice in her head, poking her into “adventure” choices that look innocent on the surface and then slide into total corruption. One moment it’s “help this villager, Janna, you’re a good girl”, ten minutes later you’re watching her give a nervous footjob because you told her it was some weird healing ritual. It’s not subtle. It’s also kinda funny in a trashy way, like those old Flash games where the dialogue tries to be serious and then a stupid pun about toes comes in and ruins the whole scene.

The fun part for me is actually poking the route to see how far you can push her before she stops pretending she’s shy. There are options that feel safe, like “pray for guidance”, and if you pick that every time she stays more or less vanilla, touching herself at night, getting flustered by other girls, all that soft stuff. You stop doing that and choose the dumb horny answers, suddenly she’s sneaking off to “meditate” and you’re watching her fingers get way too busy. There’s a slow-burn lesbian angle that turns into full-on obsession if you keep picking the flirty responses with the right NPC. First it’s accidental skin contact, then the classic “we’re just helping each other relax”, then she’s on her knees with her tongue between a girl’s thighs like it’s the only religion that ever mattered. I actually missed one tiny dialogue branch and had to replay just to unlock a specific scene where Janna gets her face sat on. Felt like speedrunning shame.

If you like feet, the game is weirdly committed. Her feet are practically their own characters. People keep commenting on them, worshipping them, begging to lick them. You can have Janna pretend she’s just “testing her charm” while she rubs some poor idiot’s cock under the table with her soft, clean toes, and the text really leans into every little detail. Toes curling, soles pressing, cum shooting all over her ankles while she acts shocked, then curious, then hungry for more. Later on, once she’s more corrupted, she actually uses her feet as bait. Stuff like “oops, I dropped something, can you help?” and then your camera, your focus, the whole scene just lives on her legs and ass while she touches herself. Anal content creeps in as part of the corruption path too, not forced, more like “well, I already did everything else, what’s one more hole?” and suddenly she’s pushing a slick finger in her own ass while moaning into another girl’s mouth. It’s filthy and also kind of hilarious, because the game still pretends this started as a noble quest. Story in general is light, a bit all over the place, but I didn’t really care, I was hunting down every single lewd variation like an idiot, going “okay, if I pick this dumb joke answer, do I get the masturbation-in-the-bath scene or does that skip straight to foot worship again?” It feels like a horny puzzle where the prize is watching this once-innocent wind goddess turn into a total lesbian corruption slut who uses her feet, tongue and ass like they’re magic spells.

Max starts out as this broke dude in a cramped place, surrounded by women who are way too hot for that shitty apartment. Mom is trying to keep everything together, pretending she’s just a “normal” mother, while her body is screaming another story every time she bends over the table. The two sisters are different flavors of trouble. One has that cute teen attitude, fake innocence, all “oh big brother, what are you doing in my room?”, the other already walks around the house like she’s auditioning for a porn shoot she doesn’t know is happening yet. Then suddenly this huge house drops on your head from the missing dad, with a pool so big it feels obscene, and no money to match it. So you’re poor as hell in a rich place, stuck in a sexy zoo where every cage is unlocked. The game basically asks: how much of a pervert can you be without anyone throwing you out.

What really sells it is how it plays with corruption. At first, everyone acts like family is family, “we don’t do that”, all shy and careful. You peek at mom in the shower “by accident”, she yells, covers herself, but you still remember the shape of her tits more than the shouting. A little later, you catch her late at night, alone with a glass of wine, robe half open, and the game lets you push your luck. One compliment turns into a hand on her hip, that turns into you noticing she doesn’t pull away, and suddenly the “good mother” is letting you stare too long at her cleavage. Same with the sisters. You start with stupid harmless things like “oh, your skirt is too short” while your eyes are down there for way too long, and end up with your cock in someone’s mouth while she’s glaring up at you, half pissed, half turned on. The first time you cum in a mouth here, it actually feels like you crossed some line that shouldn’t be crossed, not just clicked through another scene. And the game laughs about it, throws in little jokes, stupid memes, like it knows this whole situation is fucked up and still keeps poking you to go deeper. The humor is kind of trashy, sometimes it lands, sometimes it feels like that awkward friend who repeats the same dirty joke, but somehow that also fits the vibe. You spy on them, you listen at doors, you stand at the edge of the pool pretending to check the water while you’re just staring at wet panties. There are moments where you wish the money side of the story did more, but it mostly exists to justify why everyone is stuck together, touching way more than any normal family should. And yeah, the small stuff like certain lines repeating or one scene dragging too long will annoy you, but by the time mom is slowly getting used to your hands on her ass and the “innocent” sister is kneeling between your legs, gagging a little while you hold her head and fill her mouth, you won’t be thinking about that at all.