Campus in this game feels like Tinder, Pornhub and those shitty group chats had a baby and then sent it to college. You play this dude who pretends he cares about exams and homework, but we both know the real “study” time is watching girls bend over in the library, teasing in short skirts, that one lesbian couple making out in the dorm hallway like it is totally normal, and somehow every door you peek through has someone groping someone else. It is all kind of messy, in a good way, like real student life when everybody is horny, bored and a bit lost. The game keeps pushing you to choose between being a decent guy, or the type who quietly corrupts everyone around him while smiling like nothing happened.

The voyeur stuff hits fast. One moment you just check out a party, next you are half hidden on the stairs, watching your “friend” get stripped piece by piece during some drunk truth or dare, and you can decide if you walk in, film it on your phone, or just enjoy the view and push her deeper into that mess later with a few “innocent” texts. The AI generated CG is weirdly hot and a bit uncanny at the same time, which actually helps the corruption vibe, like the game world is slightly off and you are the bug making it worse. There is this one lesbian scene in the showers where you can either interrupt and join, or sit in a dark corner and just listen to the music and moans blend together. I stayed hidden, of course, because I wanted that secret corruption branch where they start doing it more because they think no one is watching. Joke is, you are always watching.

The RPG side is not complicated, but it is enough to make you think twice. Stats, choices, little events that look harmless until three hours later some girl you cheated on shows up at a cafe with an interracial couple and suddenly everybody knows everything. Your “rival” guy acts like some smooth campus king, grabbing girls a little too long, whispering in their ear, and the game happily lets you outplay him by cheating harder and being more of an asshole. I actually liked him at first, then he stole a scene I was setting up, groped the girl I was corrupting and somehow I respected him more and hated him at the same time. The teasing is constant, like the game is edging you, making you wait for full stripping and then locking the scene behind some dumb stat check. I complained about the background music being slightly too loud in one club scene and then I just kept playing anyway, never touched the settings, kept being annoyed and aroused together. You get those moments where you send a flirty message to a taken girl “by accident”, then meet her later alone in the music room, lights low, her shirt half open, and you feel that sick little spark when she asks “are we really doing this?” and you click yes without thinking. Corruption, cheating, voyeurism, lesbian side routes, interracial hookups, all tangled together in a way that feels like looking through other people’s Instagram stories, except every swipe is one step closer to someone losing their clothes or their morals.

Two smooth-talking managers, very much in love and even more in love with dirty money, start thinking with the wrong head. They cook up this cute little fraud scheme that looks harmless on paper, like “haha we just tweak some numbers, nobody gets hurt, then we fuck on a pile of cash.” Yeah, sure. Within ten minutes of playing, that soft office romance starts rotting. Your guy starts getting squeezed from all sides: a boss who smiles like a shark, a co‑worker who knows way too much, and a girlfriend who is either your ride-or-die or the one sharpening the knife behind your back. The game does not waste time pretending this is wholesome. It is about lying, getting caught, then trying to lie your way out while someone is sucking your cock under the table and might be filming it for later blackmail. Corporate culture, but horny and vicious.

Sex scenes slide in like another part of the negotiation. You are not just clicking to see tits, you are bargaining with your own dignity. One choice and you are on your knees, literally, with your “submissive” partner suddenly taking full control, calling you useless while stroking you just enough to keep you obedient. Another choice and you are slapping her ass to mark your territory, pretending you are the one in charge, even when she is already plotting how to sell you out. It gets wonderfully mean. There is this blowjob in a locked meeting room where she uses her tongue like she is signing a contract on your shaft, then casually threatens to send the CCTV footage to your wife, who maybe is not even your wife yet, but she already owns your balls. Oral here is not romantic at all, it is weaponized. You can jerk off with her watching, you can watch her do it to someone else while you sit there like a puppet, and the game really likes to twist that knife: you are hard, but you also kind of hate yourself for being hard. Spanking goes from playful to punishment in one scene, where her ass is red not because she is into you, but because you are trying to hit away the guilt of knowing she got railed by your colleague an hour earlier, and she did not exactly resist.

The cheating angle is not just “oops, I slipped and fell on a dick.” It is calculated. Stuff happens like you walking in on her on her knees for your superior, with mascara running, and she looks at you over his cock like, “Well, you wanted that promotion, right?” You can swallow it, join in, or explode and start a chain of nasty events where humiliation becomes the main dish. Sometimes the violence hits pretty rough, with scenes that feel less like sex and more like someone using a body as leverage in a power game. There are moments you might pause and think, “Fuck, this is messed up,” right before you click the next option to push it even deeper. The netorare flavor is strong: she moans louder for other men, your character watches, tells himself it is for the money, for survival, for some higher plan, but mostly it is because he is too weak or too turned on to walk away. The nice thing is that the game lets you be a bastard or a broken toy. You can lean into female domination, let her talk down to you while she rides your face, then later try to flip the script and blackmail her with a hidden recording. Maybe it works. Maybe she already has three worse videos of you saved on her phone. The whole thing feels like watching a slow-motion car crash where every time someone opens their mouth, someone else ends up naked, slapped, or sucking off the enemy in a bathroom stall with the door half open. And yes, you keep clicking.

You wake up naked on this cold, clinical ship, and the first thought that hits you is not some grand sci fi reflection about existence, it is just: “why is my ass on metal and why does it feel like I already did something wrong.” The game really leans into that mood. No memories, no past, no safety net. You are basically a walking bundle of holes and questions. And the ship, and later the crew, treat you exactly like that: something useful, desirable, breakable, and also somehow important. It has this strange mix where your body is public property half of the time, but your identity is a philosophical puzzle the rest of the time. Feels kind of like writing a thesis in your underwear while everyone is trying to finger you and also recruit you into a cult.

Since it is text based, the sex scenes live or die by the writing, and here the writing is dirty in a very... intentional way. There is a lot of teasing before actual fucking, and the game is very happy to keep you on that edge where you are being sexually harassed in corridors, pressed against bulkheads, groped during “medical exams,” and you keep telling yourself it is all to find out who you are. I liked when my female MC, with a dick and tits and a body I carefully min-maxed in character creation, gets pinned by this older officer type during what is supposed to be a serious mission briefing. He keeps talking about “protocol” while his hand is just stroking you under the table, casual as checking a datapad, and the text goes into stupid detail about how you try to keep a neutral face while your cock leaks on his glove and he pretends nothing is happening. That whole scene is more honest about power than half the ethics books on my shelf. You agree, you “consent,” but the whole situation is arranged so that saying no would feel like self sabotage. It is not preaching it, it just lets you feel the trap in your own body.

The kink toggles are the real philosophy lab here. You literally curate your own degradation. Turn on humiliation and suddenly your crewmates stop treating you like a colleague and more like a ship toy that accidentally learned to talk. Enable heavy bdsm and the same corridor where you walked earlier becomes a place where a dommy alien security officer can cuff you to a rail and use toys on you until you are crying and begging, then send you to your next quest with cum sliding down your thighs and this awkward “are we not going to talk about this” silence in the text. If you like gay stuff, or futa, or corruption arcs where a shy virgin protagonist slowly turns into a slut who needs cock or a strap in every port, the game is very willing to corrupt you, and it is so casual about it that it almost feels more violent. Drugs show up too, of course, because what is a space conspiracy without someone making you swallow something and then using your high, pliable body for “experiments.” Anal, oral, multiple penetration, group scenes where hands and mouths blur together until you are not sure which race is fucking which part of you. And yeah, sometimes the pacing is weird, like you are deep in a serious plot about conspiracies and identity and suddenly you are on your knees blowing a dilf captain while two crew members play with your nipples, and the game just moves on after like that is normal office behavior. It kind of is, here. I wish the interface on mobile did not make my thumb cover dialog choices at the worst times, but whatever, I keep doing it. The mix of dark atmosphere, trashy humor, existential dread, and the simple joy of getting railed by weird men of different colors and species in every other room of your own ship somehow works. Or maybe it does not “work” in any clean sense, it just keeps dragging you through its mess, and you stay, wet and annoyed and curious, because you want to see what else this body can be turned into.

Memory gone, wallet empty, dick still working. That is basically the vibe here. You wake up as this guy who doesn’t even remember who he is, and the only thing the world offers him is a job at a nightclub that clearly screams “bad idea” from the first click. But of course you say yes, because the club is full of animatronic-style girls and furry babes that look like they crawled out of a Five Nights parody and then decided clothes are optional. It feels like someone took FNAF, forgot the horror, got horny instead and said: alright, same idea, but what if every night shift is about flirting, teasing, and trying not to bust too fast while you explore the place. You jump between areas, poke around rooms you’re probably not supposed to enter, talk to weirdly sweet but also sexually aggressive characters, and watch your money go up while your dignity goes very, very down. Sandbox structure means you just wander, bump into events, pick choices, grind some cash, unlock scenes. No one holds your hand. Sometimes that is hot, sometimes it is confusing, which kind of fits the amnesia thing.

The girls here are not shy. Big tits, huge asses that take half the screen when they lean in, tongue out ahegao faces when things get serious. One moment you’re just “working” the shift, watching cameras, checking who’s where, next moment an animatronic catgirl with glowing eyes has you pinned, slowly jerking you off while she whispers filthy stuff in your ear and pretends it is “security check”. There is titfucking where the physics seem a bit cursed but in a fun way, blowjobs where the tongue is doing all the work and you almost feel it through the screen, toys sliding into places they really shouldn’t be in a workplace. Some scenes go straight to vaginal sex with zero romance, just raw need, others surprise you with soft teasing, handjobs, lazy grinding on your lap while she talks about your lost memories like it is some deep visual novel, except her nipples are pressed against the glass table. And yeah, sometimes you walk in on two girls going at it together, licking and fingering, barely acknowledging you at first, like the “lesbian show” is just part of the nightly routine. It is weird how chill the pacing feels. You open it on your phone, maybe on the bus, think “I’ll just check something”, then suddenly you are timing your clicks between camera switches and cum scenes, trying not to miss a dialogue line that hints at who you were before all this. Some paths feel rough and unpolished, some UI bits are clunky, one button label annoyed me the whole time and never got fixed in my head, but the messy energy somehow matches the club. It is like the game looks at you and says: you’re not here for perfection, you’re here to get lost in horny nights with animatronic monsters who moan your name even though you don’t remember it yourself. And yeah, it works.

Guy stuck in a small cafe, counting coins, serving cappuccinos, pretending to smile at assholes who think they’re funny. That is where this thing starts, and honestly it hit a bit too real. He snaps, says fuck this, and runs off to Brazil for “a year off” that very quickly looks like “I’m going to ruin my morals and my sleep schedule on hot people and bad decisions”. Rio in this game is sweaty, loud, pushy, full of skin and music. Not some postcard. There is sand everywhere, bodies pressed together in parties that feel one step away from an orgy, and the guy really has no idea what he is doing, which is the fun part. You are not some expert seducer. You are a tired barista who suddenly has a Brazilian girl grinding on your lap at a beach bar while you try to remember her name and also not cum in your shorts.

The game leans hard into vacation romance but not the soft “we hold hands and share coconut” kind. It starts sweet. You meet this smiling latina girl with that bouncy, easy-going vibe, talks fast, teases you, drags you to a beach party. She walks barefoot everywhere and for some reason the camera just keeps going down to her feet. And then you notice how often the scenes focus on toes, ankles, stepping on you lightly under the table in a beach cafe, her heel pressing on your crotch while other people are talking in the background like nothing is wrong. There is a full scene where she uses your dick as a footrest while you are supposed to listen to her friend, and I swear that moment felt way more intimate than the actual blowjob later. The oral scenes are messy and real, not pretty porn choreography. She goes down on you in places that feel almost too public, like behind a bar counter while some drunk tourists are shouting two meters away. Sometimes you get the choice to be tender, slow, kissing her neck and playing with her hair. Sometimes the game straight up asks if you want to push her head down and be rough. Those multiple choices actually matter in how she treats you later, which shocked me a bit because I expected the usual fake “choice”.

Then there is the part that will piss some people off or turn them on extra hard. The whole “I am the only guy” fantasy dies fast. You are not. Brazil is hot, people are horny, alcohol is cheap. There is a party where you leave her alone for a bit and when you come back she is flirting with this tall black dude on the dance floor, and the game just lets you stand there and watch. The camera sticks on her body rubbing against him, his hands on her ass, and you decide if you interrupt, walk away, or stay and let it play. If you stay, shit gets wild. She takes him to a darker corner of the beach, music still blasting, and that is where the netorare stuff really slaps you. She looks back at you while sucking his cock, like “are you seeing this?” and the mix of humiliation and arousal is written way too well for something with cum on her chin. It is not just shock porn either. The morning after, her attitude is different depending what you chose. She might cuddle and be cute or treat you like a side dude she keeps handy. I actually got low-key annoyed at her in one route and then replayed just to see her be more “mine”.

Foot lovers get constant food. She sits on your face with sandy feet and you either kiss them or get told you are boring. She rubs your shaft between her soles during a lazy afternoon in a cheap Airbnb, sunlight on her brown skin, your phone buzzing with some stupid message from your old cafe job that you completely ignore while she makes you cum all over her toes. Oral fans get scenes where she wakes you up with her mouth after a long party night, taste of alcohol and sweat, no fake romantic music, just slurping sounds and your character trying to remember what day it is. There are softer scenes too, like sharing a quiet moment at a street cafe, her licking ice cream slowly while she presses her foot against your ankle under the table, and for some reason that tiny press feels more intimate than the actual sex you had earlier with someone else. Not every choice is great, some routes feel a bit rushed, and the English in a couple lines made me pause, but in a weird way that fits the whole messy vacation vibe. Nothing is perfect. Everything is hot, a bit wrong, and gone too fast.

Witches Gone Wild feels like someone took those old Harry Potter forum RPs we wrote as horny teens, spiked them with way too much tequila, then forgot to add a safety filter. You play this cocky young wizard who gets yeeted back to the 70s version of the magic school, where all the famous witches are suddenly younger, hotter and a lot less strict about school rules. It’s very tongue in cheek, but also very tongue in places that are not cheek. The whole thing is built like a mix between a visual novel and a point & click sandbox, so half the time you’re flirting or getting roasted by girls, the other half you’re poking random stuff in the castle hoping it triggers a scene and not just another “come back later, perv” message. I played it in Chrome on my old laptop while pretending to answer Slack at work, which was a mistake because the animated scenes are way more explicit than the cutesy art style suggests. Once the first blowjob animation started and she kept moaning your name with that smug little femdom smile, I had to alt tab out so fast I nearly closed Spotify instead.

The game is very into teasing and voyeur stuff. Not “oops I saw some panties” level, more like “you got caught peeking and she decides to make you watch properly now.” There’s this one quest where you’re supposed to help a witch practice transformation magic, but if you pick the more pervy dialog options she slowly turns it into a stripping rehearsal, letting you “inspect” how the spell affects her skin with your hands. She makes you touch her thighs “for science” and it escalates into you groping her tits while she pretends it’s all a lesson. Then later she acts innocent in class like she didn’t ride your face in a dusty storage room. The writing is weirdly charming, characters roast you all the time, lots of stupid references, like one girl calling you “Budget Malfoy” after you fail a spell. I actually liked that the humor doesn’t stop when the sex starts, so you can be mid titfuck scene and she’s still making fun of how quickly you’re about to cum. Although sometimes the jokes land like a wet sock, especially when the game really wants to be meme-y and you’re just horny and clicking through dialog trying to get to the part where she uses the wand as a toy again.

The romance side is there, but it’s more like “we flirt, we banter, now open your legs” than big emotional writing, except one or two storylines that suddenly hit you with sad backstory out of nowhere. You go from oral sex behind a tapestry to “my childhood was terrible” in two clicks, and I kinda loved that whiplash. The school setting helps with the voyeur vibe a lot. You’re always sneaking around corridors at night, peeking through doors, catching a witch half undressed in the girls’ dorm and deciding whether to leave like a gentleman or stay and watch like a horny goblin. One of my favorite bits is a late quest where a dominant witch makes you her “assistant” and every “lesson” is basically a new way to embarrass you. She ties your hands with magical rope, makes you stand there while she slowly strips, pushes your face between her legs and controls every movement so tightly that even when you finally slide into her, it feels like she’s just using your body as a toy. Then the next day she pats your head in the courtyard like you’re a good boy and ignores your texts. The sandbox part can get grindy and I absolutely hate the tiny little sparkle that’s supposed to show where you can click in one hallway, it blends in with the background and I spent forever trying to trigger a simple handjob scene. But when you finally unlock a route, the combination of voyeurism, teasing, witches in stockings, titfucks and that ridiculous magic school parody vibe hits a very specific brain itch that I’m honestly not proud of. Or maybe I am, hard to say.

This one hits like opening a dusty biker bar door and getting slapped in the face with sweat, smoke and someone’s dirty laugh. The whole vibe is this: pretty young things with glossy skin and tight bikinis orbiting around men who look like they smell of engine oil, cheap beer and three divorces. If you like your fantasy clean and romantic, just… no. The guys here are old, rough, kinda gross on purpose, like the dev looked at the word “fetish” and said, alright, let’s lean into the moldy side of it. You’ve got leather, tattoos, bald spots, that soft saggy belly pressed way too close to soft tits that are clearly out of his league, and that’s exactly the point. The contrast does all the heavy lifting. Shiny blonde with a perfect big ass grinding on some wrinkled biker with yellow teeth, or a shy brunette trying not to make eye contact while she’s on her knees and he just pats her head like she’s a pet. It’s the kind of stuff that makes you go “ugh” and “fuck yes” in the same second, and your brain doesn’t quite know which one to pick.

The scenes move in that slow, mean way where teasing is half of the cruelty. There’s a blowjob animated so lovingly I almost laughed: spit on her chin, his hand twisting in her hair, her mascara a little smeared, and he keeps pulling back just when she thinks he’s going to finish, using her mouth like a toy he already paid for. The camera loves big tits here, like obsessively. Every excuse to press them together around some old guy’s cock, you get it. One moment you’re watching a blonde in a tiny bikini getting her chest groped over the fabric, fingers pushing the cloth aside with zero respect, next cut she’s on her back, bikini top lost somewhere off-screen, tits bouncing while he fucks her slow and deep, talking shit the whole time. There’s this nasty joy in how unromantic it is. Creampie shots don’t feel like “love”, they feel like ownership. A hand on her throat, a grunt, then cum leaking out while he smears it with his thumb like checking his work. Domination here isn’t soft at all, it’s more like: you’re younger, hotter and you still end up riding this ugly bastard because that’s how the script goes.

What surprised me was how often it throws you between male and female point of view without warning. One second you’re in his head, proud old fuck thinking “look at this tight little thing choking on me”, next second you’re basically trapped in her, hearing the bike engines in the background while he pushes her up against some dirty wall, her ass pressed to cold metal, his hands on her hips guiding every thrust. There’s this almost funny crossover feel, like the dev grabbed a trashy biker porn comic, some classic hentai CG and a soap opera about cheating, blended them in Blender and never bothered to strain it. You see groping that lasts way too long, fingers digging into a big ass in that slow squeezing loop, and by the time the actual vaginal sex hits, it feels less like escalation and more like inevitability. And they don’t shy away from the really uncomfortable angle either: you know exactly who should be with the hot young girl, and it’s not the old greasy dude who ends up cum-drunk between her thighs. If you’re into that “wrong guy wins” energy, that sick little twist in your stomach when the ugly bastard gets the girl, this thing almost feels custom made for you, in a kinda rude way.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like some horny cathedral fever dream that escaped from the back of your brain. World is all fucked up in a pretty way: twisted faith, dead gods that maybe still listen, cults that look like fashion week for goth sluts, and everyone pretending they care about truth while really just wanting power, pussy, or both. You follow Rhiannon, tall cold futa queen with that “I could bless you or ruin you and I’m bored enough to do both” vibe. She walks around like a fallen saint with a dick, smart as hell, never really smiling, but the second she pushes some trembling nun up against a stone wall and whispers in her ear, you can feel half the church losing their religion in real time. The game treats sex like part of the world, not a side dish. One moment you’re picking who to trust in a city full of liars, the next you’re balls deep in some pale monster girl with glowing eyes who moans like she’s remembering being human for five seconds. And it somehow makes sense.

The fun part is how it lets you build this messy, poly web of lovers around Rhiannon without pretending it’s all wholesome and clean. You can stack a harem of women who worship her, fear her, or both. One scene you’re in a ruined chapel with a stern knight girl who swears she hates you, and after three choices and a small miracle she’s on her knees, armor half undone, trying to keep her composure while Rhiannon pushes her cock down that proud throat. Next scene, a shy femboy acolyte, clearly in way over his head, kneeling in candlelight while she takes him slow, talking like she’s giving a sermon and fucking him like she’s rewriting his whole faith. Creampies are everywhere, and they’re not just for flavor. You leave someone filled and they start acting different, more clingy, more loyal, or more dangerously obsessed. The story quietly remembers who you fucked raw and who you didn’t. Sometimes it even hurts you for it in a very “you did this, bitch” kind of way. Oral scenes feel intimate, dirty, emotional at the same time. There’s this one moment where she eats out a monster girl on a sacrificial altar, tongue slick with cum and blood, and you’re like, alright, yes, I am going to hell and it looks like this.

Anal is treated like a real event, not just “oh and then that happened.” Rhiannon lining up behind some arrogant sorceress who thought she could control her, pulling her hips back and pushing in slow while magic circles flare on the walls. You can almost hear the “oh fuck” in the way her spell fails when she gets her ass properly wrecked. Vaginal stuff hits different with the gothic vibe, all soft moans echoing under stone arches while stained glass throws colors over sweaty bodies. And then the netori angle slips in quietly. You seduce someone who already belongs to another, or was supposed to. Maybe a warrior girl promised to some holy order, or that sweet femboy who actually had a lover. You watch them break, step by step, until their loyalty is in Rhiannon’s hands and between her legs. There are routes where you feel like a romantic demon, collecting hearts and holes at the same time. The game never holds your hand, never tells you you’re the hero. It just lets you fuck, feel, regret, and still push forward, one ruined soul and one sticky ritual at a time.

Kruz City feels like someone took a normal dating sim, got drunk on porn sites and bad decisions, then dropped it in a half-fantasy town where everyone pretends they’re normal while fucking absolutely everything up behind closed doors and sometimes in public. You start as this guy coming back home after being basically locked in a glorified sports prison camp, pent-up as hell, muscles tight, brain even tighter. You just land there with blue balls and a weird sense that the city itself is horny. First thing that hit me was how casual the game is about really filthy stuff. One second you’re having this almost sweet talk with a thick milf with big tits who acts like she’s just being “friendly,” and two dialogue clicks later she’s brushing her hand over your crotch while talking about her “lonely evenings.” It’s not subtle. But then it sort of pretends it is, which makes it hotter. The corruption angle creeps in slow; you see a character in a normal outfit, doing normal chores, and later you’re watching her in your phone gallery, bent over the kitchen counter with cum dripping out of her ass, animated jiggle and all. That jump is what sold me. Well, that and the way the game lets you stand there like a creep behind windows or peeking through doors, just choosing to watch instead of “being a good guy.” Sometimes the “good guy” option is there and I just ignore it because the voyeur scenes feel like stolen porn clips you shouldn’t have.

What really messed with me is how the city kind of becomes a sex map in your head. Oh yeah, that corner? That’s where I caught the married neighbor getting a sloppy blowjob in the car that was not from her husband. There’s even this scene where you know you shouldn’t check her messages, but of course you do, and the chat logs make the later netorare scene hit harder because you saw the whole build up. The game lets you skip NTR stuff, but honestly the point of this thing is that feeling in your chest when you watch someone you “like” moan for another guy and you’re just... stuck, jerking off in the dark. Speaking of jerking, the masturbation scenes for the protagonist are actually decent, which is rare. Small detail, but the animation on his handjob feels like someone cared way too much about finger rhythm. I stared way too long at one footjob scene too, where she’s lazy on a couch, half distracted with her phone, sliding her soft-looking feet up and down your shaft like it’s a chore she secretly enjoys. The camera sits low, you mostly see thighs, feet, and cock, nothing fancy, but it ended up being one of the hottest scenes for me and I don’t even usually care about feet. Still annoyed that the text box pops in a little late on that scene, it bugs me every single time and I never get used to it. The incest and sleep sex content is there if you go looking for it, and when you do, it feels extra dirty because the city itself pretends to be wholesome fantasy romance with dates, kisses and handholding, like some cute VN you’d play on your phone on the bus, then suddenly you’re sneaking into a bed at night while she breathes slow and you’re pushing in, trying not to wake her. Half the time I’m going for romance routes, the other half I’m basically sabotaging them just to unlock some cheating variant where she smiles at you during the day and you later watch her get her throat fucked from a crack in the door. It’s messy, it’s inconsistent, some talks feel stiff, some scenes hit way too hard, but that fits the whole vibe. This isn’t a clean fantasy. It’s a horny, growing city that keeps daring you to go one step further than you planned, and then another, until you’re just clicking around looking for the next excuse to say “ok, just one more scene” while your mouse hand is sweaty and your other hand is busy.