Tiny stripper with a huge ego problem, that is the whole mood here. You start as this short, kinda basic girl on the pole who has to watch a tall, thick goddess steal every glance, every tip, every horny whisper in the club. The game just throws you right into that feeling of “fuck, I wanna be her, why is everyone drooling over her and not me”. No big prologue, no epic lore, just jealousy with boobs. It feels like watching TikTok bimbo glow‑ups except you actually control the glow‑up and also everyone is naked half the time.

Since it’s a sandbox style thing, you just sort of wander between scenes, poking at stuff until something lewd happens. One moment you are grinding on stage in front of a bored drunk salaryman, the next you are alone in a shitty backroom mirror, clicking through training options that sound like some cursed mix of a gym app and Chaturbate tip menu. “Stretch”, “Practice pole flow”, “Tease routine”, and you’re thinking “ok, this is just flavor”, but then the game quietly changes her body, like, a few inches here, a bit more curve there, her ass jiggles different in the next CG. It’s slow, almost annoyingly slow, like trying to level a stat in some old school JRPG, but then you finally notice that when she bends over to pick the cash off the floor, her panties do not cover shit anymore and suddenly you feel that stupid little dopamine spark. The romance angle is weird, too. You expect some big love story with a client or some manager but it kind of creeps in from the side. At first you are only chasing the tall stripper, hate‑staring at her while she does this lazy hypnotic striptease that the dev clearly enjoyed animating way too much. Then there is this scene in the dressing room where she just casually helps you with your outfit, pulls your thong up tight, fingers brushing where they shouldn’t, and your MC has this confused horny brainfog like “I hate you, please touch me more”. It is not some super deep emotional arc, but it hits that porn logic where jealousy turns into sexual tension so fast your brain does not have time to complain. I actually liked that the game does not pretend to be wholesome. You are chasing attention, tips, and a body that makes people stare. The “romance” is tied to that, so when you finally manage to outshine her on stage, she gets this flustered face in a CG and the next scene is basically her “teaching” you how to really strip, which is just an excuse for some pretty explicit grinding, licking, and “oops, I dropped my bra, help me pick it up with your mouth”.

What really stuck in my head was one small thing: the club playlist is fake of course, just background loops, but the way scenes cut, it feels like that one shitty night when Spotify keeps giving you the same three tracks and you are still trying to do a sexy routine to it. I kept thinking, “change this damn song”, but I never did. The short length of the game actually works strangely nice. You go from flat to stacked in what feels like the time it takes to scroll horny Twitter, and the visual novel parts are just enough to give context to the CGs without drowning you in walls of text. Sometimes the MC’s reactions are all over the place, though. One moment she is shy as fuck, covering her nipples with both hands during a private dance, next moment she is grinding her wet pussy on a stranger’s lap like she has been doing OnlyFans lives for ten years, and the game just shrugs and continues. I kind of wish there was one more step where you could actually choose to stay smaller and focus on technique instead of size, but I also know I would instantly click the “grow more” option again because watching her tits and ass upgrade is half the fun. The best part is when you hit that first full nude stage show, with the big stripper watching from the side, arms crossed, and you suddenly realize you are not the tiny one anymore. The camera lingers on her face, then on your new curves, then on the pile of crumpled bills between your legs, and it is cheap, horny, and honestly pretty hot. Then the scene ends a bit too fast, like someone pressed “skip” by accident, and leaves you staring at the menu, already thinking “ok, maybe one more training session”.

Laundry running, kid finally asleep, I open this thing on my old Chromebook like I’m checking Gmail, but no, it’s that angel game again. The one where “guardian angel” doesn’t mean cute fluffy wings and Bible stories, but huge cocky bastard from heaven who shows up at a normal school and casually treats everyone like little toys. It looks like some chill school story at first, text boxes and character portraits, nothing crazy, so if someone walks behind you it almost passes for regular visual novel, until the angel starts talking about how he could crush the whole town under his feet if he got bored. The power fantasy flips so hard it feels like I’m the fragile one, not in some emotional deep way, just literally tiny meat bag standing in front of a smug god with a dick that probably has its own gravity field. The writing is kinda goofy sometimes, like you can feel it’s an indie thing, but then there’s this scene where he grows mid-conversation and the camera just keeps “zooming” text-wise, like they describe students staring up his abs, then his chest, then his face way above, and I’m suddenly way too turned on to care about grammar or if the background art loops.

There’s this path where one of the students tries to act all tough, like “we’re the chosen class, we can handle responsibility” and the angel just laughs in his face and pins him with one toe, not even full foot, just the toe, and talks about how easy it is to make humans obey if you press just a little harder. That scene ruined my focus for the rest of the night, I kept alt-tabbing between this and my budgeting sheet on Google Sheets, pretending I’m doing something useful while reading about some holy bully slowly making boys accept they’re small, weak, and honestly kinda into it. Sometimes the jokes land weird, like they’ll crack a silly school gag right after a pretty brutal humiliation moment, which threw me off, and one dialog choice felt pointless, I clicked the “defy him” option and it still curved back to the same outcome, but then the next scene where he makes them look up at his growing size and describe every little change in his body, that had me clenching the chair harder than I want to admit. The nice thing is it doesn’t waste time with 10 hours of buildup, it’s short, direct, like “here’s the premise, here’s the angel, now watch him play god with horny teenagers who don’t know if they want to worship him or run away”. I keep telling myself I’ll just replay one route while the washing machine finishes, then I’m sitting there with wet clothes still inside, reading about some kid realizing that “guardian” doesn’t mean “protector”, it means “owns your ass spiritually and physically” and my to-do list goes straight to hell.

Thiago is that kind of idiot you scream at through the screen and then still wanna see naked. The whole thing is built like some trashy late-night TV show that should be banned, but you keep watching anyway. You’re not the hero here, you’re more like the perv in the audience that somehow got the remote. Every “episode” throws him into another ridiculous game against some girl who looks like she walked out of an anime convention after too many tequila shots. And the rules are stupid simple: lose the game, get punished; win the game, still maybe get punished, just in a way that gives you a boner instead of trauma. It feels like a horny game show that escaped from Pornhub and learned how to talk. Dialog is all over the place, kinda meme, kinda cringe, but also exactly what I hear in my group chats, like when someone types “bro she gonna ruin your life and dick at same time” and nobody disagrees.

What really hits is how the “punishments” are never just one thing. Sometimes it’s teasing, like the girl just verbally wrecks him, steps on his pride, and uses him as emotional toilet paper. Sometimes it flips and she goes full-on sexual humiliation, making him kneel, calling him her cute little loser while she rubs his face against her tits or grinds on him like he’s furniture. And then there are moments that are almost sweet, which pisses me off more, because I came to see horny disaster, not low-key affection. One of the girls laughs at him for losing, calls him pathetic, then pets his hair and tells him he did “good enough” while pushing his head down between her legs. It’s toxic, it’s messy, it’s hot, and yeah, it kinda reminded me of that one situationship I had where Discord calls somehow turned into “show me more” at like stupid hours. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep, but it accidentally pokes your kinks in very specific places: being dominated, being mocked, trying to “win” affection through games, like hentai Squid Game but horny and low stakes. You get to pick stuff sometimes, flirt badly, act brave or submissive, and the girls react in ways that feel just random enough to hurt. They look like they’re having more fun than you. Which is honestly fair.

If you’re like me and you overthink everything, you’ll catch yourself treating each little minigame like some test of worth. Lose a round and suddenly you’re there, clicking through, letting this anime girl ride your character’s face while she laughs about how “men are only good for this anyway” and you’re nodding along like, yeah, okay, that tracks. It hits that lonely-brain spot where you’re used to porn tabs, shitty dating app swipes, ignored DMs, and now you’re here, begging pixels to step on you a little harder. The humor helps, though. There are memes thrown in like the writer just alt-tabbed from Twitter and copy-pasted their timeline, dumb jokes about reality shows, small fourth-wall breaks, nothing fancy but it makes the sex feel less clinical, more like a horny shitpost that got out of control. Scenes are short, quick payoff, like someone chopped a season of a degenerate TV show into bite-sized episodes just long enough to make you blush and then hit “next” anyway. If you wanna squeeze the most juice from it, don’t rush the dialog. Lean into the flirting, pick the cocky options just to watch Thiago get wrecked, or go full submissive dog and let the girls drag him deeper every time. Either way, the “show” keeps going, and you just sit there, one hand on the mouse, wondering how the hell a stupid little TV game ended up knowing exactly what kind of loser you are.