Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

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.

You know that feeling when life kicks you in the dick, then laughs and orders another round? That is pretty much the vibe of this game’s start. You play as this guy who had his old life blown to hell and ends up in some nowhere town, broke, horny, and trying to pretend he’s got his shit together. He finds this small bar that looks normal at first, like the kind of place old dudes drink cheap beer and complain about sports. Then you actually start working there and realize the bar is basically a horny anthill. Everyone’s got history, everyone’s got secrets, and everyone is way too hot for this dump. It feels less like “new job” and more like you’ve been dropped in the middle of a messy porn VN where nobody knows they’re in a porn VN. Or maybe they do, the way some of those MILFs lean over the counter and make sure you see that ridiculous cleavage every time they ask for a refill. Subtle is not the word here.

What I liked is how your choices about money and small shit end up changing the mood in the bar. You decide whether you work extra, flirt more, keep your head down, or slowly corrupt the whole place while pretending you’re still a decent guy. One night I was supposed to close up, but instead I let one of the regulars talk me into a “private drink” in the back room. That turned into her grinding on my lap, my hand under her skirt, her whispering how long it’s been since anyone really fucked her. Next day, she acts like it was nothing in front of her husband, who also comes to the bar, and the game just lets that sit there like a little landmine in the story. Optional cheating stuff is handled like that a lot. Sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes it makes you feel like absolute trash, and the writing doesn’t always hold your hand about it. Could use tighter dialogue here and there, some lines feel like they were run through Google Translate twice, but at least it has some rawness. Sex scenes actually build up from little moments: your hand “accidentally” on a fat ass too long, a drunk blowjob in the bathroom when she pulls your dick out mid-argument, a MILF pressing your head into her tits while her kid is literally upstairs. It’s messy, a bit uneven, and kind of perfect for this kind of corrupt bar fantasy. If you play it, don’t rush. Linger on the stupid small choices, push one conversation a bit too far, and see who cracks first.

This thing starts like a drunk DnD session that got horny and never sobered up. You’re dropped into this little adventuring family circus: a Paladin you actually pick the sex for right away (male, female, futa, go wild), a Barbarian wife who has big “break the door and then ride you on the splinters” energy, and a Druid daughter who’s way too observant about everyone’s sex life. The game just pretends this situation is normal. No slow build. One moment you’re choosing attack options, next moment you’re basically debating if you should watch your own wife get pounded by someone else while you kind of like it and kind of hate yourself. I liked that. I hated that. I liked that I hated it. You get the idea.

The tone is weird in a good way. One scene has you arguing about tactics in a dungeon, and five lines later you’ve got a smug elf femboy shaking his ass in front of your wife like he’s farm-testing her loyalty. It’s not some clean “press button, get sex” thing either; you’re steering conversations that feel like they’re about honor, trust, party dynamics, then they slowly twist into “ok, who is going to fuck who and who is forced to watch.” The netorare bits hit hardest when you didn’t think you were choosing that, but then the Barbarian is moaning another name and you’re like “oh, right, that option.” I played on my phone in Chrome at first and had this moment where I alt-tabbed to Telegram mid-scene, came back, and the Druid was calmly describing exactly how wet one of the monster girls was while I’d forgotten where the hell the dialogue thread even started. By the way, the auto-forward sometimes feels too jumpy and I keep wanting to tweak it one tiny notch slower and always forget, which annoys me more than it should.

Then there’s the Undine futa, who basically steals the entire show. The story keeps pretending she has a “secret” like you can’t see this coming a mile away, but when everything finally comes out, the game really plays with it. You get routes where she focuses on the women in the group, and it isn’t just “haha, she has a dick, funny,” it’s more like “how deep can we go into turning the Paladin into a jealous mess while every female body in the party gets thoroughly re-plumbed.” I kinda wish there was a path where she went harder on the Paladin too, then again I don’t, because the whole fantasy hangs on that frustration and cheating vibe. Some of the funniest bits are actually right before the sex, like when characters try to talk all noble about temptations and duty while a succubus fire mage is casually describing in detail how she’s going to suck the soul out through someone’s cock. The humor hits at odd times, like after a really rough scene, someone drops a throwaway line that made me actually snort, then it jumps back into a blowjob choice menu without warning. If you want to wring every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush: manually save before big emotional choices, say yes when your gut screams no, and let the mess happen instead of trying to protect everyone. The most fucked up stuff hides behind the “this is a bad idea” options.