There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.

You start as this guy who was living the dream on the court, and then your body just says “fuck you” and everything crashes. No more crowds, no more glory, just painkillers, physio, and a silence that feels way too loud. I liked how the game makes you sit with that for a bit. You’re not some magic gigachad from second one. You limp, you doubt yourself, you stare at your own reflection like “what now, idiot?”. And then the old college calls, throws you a lifeline in the shape of a girls’ basketball team that needs a coach, and suddenly that empty space in your life gets filled with sweat, tight uniforms, and way too many questionable thoughts during practice.

The mood shifts fast once you meet the team. They’re all in these fitted sport uniforms that hug every line, stretching over wet skin in the locker room, shorts riding up when they run drills. The game takes its time with the locker room scenes, the way water slides down their thighs in the showers, the way a simple stretch turns into your eyes getting stuck on bouncing tits and exposed underwear. It starts kind of innocent, like “you’re their mentor, be professional”, and then there’s this one late practice where you’re doing one-on-one training, her breathing all heavy, sweat shining on her abs, and she says she wants a “special reward” if she hits enough free throws. Suddenly she’s on her knees in the empty gym, lights low, giving you messy deep oral right there on the polished floor, her ponytail brushing your thigh while her uniform top is pushed up, nipples hard. The animation on her lips sliding down your shaft is surprisingly detailed, the little gag, the string of spit when she pulls away to catch her breath. You’re supposed to be correcting her form, and instead she’s stroking you with one hand, still gripping the ball with the other like it’s some dirty joke only you two understand. When you finally push her down on the bench and fuck her raw, legs spread, sneakers still on, the creampie shot is thick and slow, dripping out while she’s trying not to moan too loud in case someone walks in.

And then the story decides that’s not enough chaos and drops your ex back into the city. The one you knocked up during that “break” with your wife that was definitely not a real break. She shows up like a bomb. She’s softer than the sporty girls, more curves, more emotional landmine. There’s this scene where you meet her in some bland cafe, and under the table she starts rubbing your thigh like nothing happened, like she didn’t drag a whole kid-shaped problem into your life. Later on, at her place, it’s a totally different vibe from the gym sex. Lights low, slow romance mixed with guilt, handjob on the couch while the TV plays some random bullshit, her thumb teasing your tip while she looks you right in the eye and asks if you ever think about “that night”. You end up fucking her proper, bare, sinking into that familiar pussy, and it’s not just lust, it’s this heavy, dangerous comfort. The game leans into the wrongness of it without apologizing. There’s vaginal, there’s sloppy oral, there’s her riding you until your cum leaks out of her and stains the sheets, and for a moment it almost feels wholesome which makes it worse. Then next day you’re back in the gym with a cute rookie stretching in front of you, shorts sliding up her ass, and your phone buzzing with your ex’s messages, and you realize this guy’s life is one long fast break straight into a wall. I kinda loved it. I kinda hated everyone. I clicked “next” anyway.

Emma and Chloe feel like the kind of girls you follow on Instagram for “coffee content” and then suddenly you are zoomed into their nipples on your phone in the office bathroom and asking yourself where exactly things went sideways. The game starts super chill: two roommates, small apartment, tiny follower count, doing cute selfies and basic thirst traps. Very low stakes. You click around, check DMs, answer some messages, pick outfits, that sort of point and click wandering that looks innocent until the follower counter starts creeping up and you realise every choice is quietly pushing them toward, well, whoring themselves for numbers. Soft whoring at first. Then less soft. The erotic stuff doesn’t hit you like a truck at the start, it more crawls into your lap while you are just trying to see if the latte art mini game matters. And it kind of does, which annoys me in a good way. I wanted to skip to the porn, then found myself trying to get a perfect coffee shift so I could unlock a slightly sluttier outfit that only shows underboob in one pose. Absolutely stupid. I loved it. I also kind of hated wasting time grinding followers with outfit tweaks that barely change anything, but that’s the point. You feel the same frustration as Emma when she flashes more skin, gets a tiny spike in likes, and the game basically looks at you like “you know what you need to do next, right?”

The corruption is where this thing really has teeth. Not just “oh, now she wears less clothes”, but the way the game turns basic voyeurism into a routine. First it is a playful stream in leggings, then you are adjusting the camera so chat can catch a better view of her ass against her will, or with her full consent, depending how evil you go. There is a brutal little moment where you send Chloe to “test” a more risky stream category and she tries to cover her tits with her arms while the chat spams tips to make her move them, and you see her expression shift frame by frame from shy to turned on to something a bit broken. It is still hot. It is hot in a “I should not enjoy this much” way. And then the game slaps romance on top, like “by the way, are you flirting with her, or with that dude in the DMs who wants to own her?” so suddenly you are juggling female domination and male domination routes without the game stopping to tell you which is which. There is this one path where Emma starts using Chloe as the “more slutty one” on camera, bossing her around, holding her by the chin, and you get to choose how far she pushes: teasing, masturbation, full-on fucking on stream. Another path flips it, where some faceless guy basically trains Emma and treats her like a sex toy for content, and she is the one masturbating on command in the kitchen while Chloe pretends not to hear from the next room. Weird detail: the boobs feel like they are from two different games. Sometimes you get this big tits scene, perfect cleavage, and the next CG suddenly gives her smaller chest and a huge ass focus, like the AI forgot what model it used. It sounds bad, but it actually fits the whole “constructed online persona” vibe. Bodies become costumes. Some players will hate that inconsistency, though, same as they will hate that the game makes you repeat similar “tease for more likes” loops again and again just to push one more boundary. I got stuck on one dumb evening routine where I kept choosing slightly different exhibitionist shots from the balcony and the payoff was tiny, but then a random creep captured the footage and used it later in a blackmail event and I forgave everything. The real hook is that the leveling is not for you, it is for their morals. Followers are the XP that eats them alive, and every time the counter jumps after a blowjob POV or a risky outdoor flash, you feel your own brain lighting up like “yeah, do it again, more”, and that is where the porn and the design line up a little too well.