Alice. That's the name, right? Alice. Blonde, big tits, the kind of smile that says she knows exactly what your campaign promises are worth. I'm a senator in this thing, an afro American senator, which, okay, representation, I guess? But the whole political backdrop is just... wallpaper. Flimsy wallpaper you could poke a finger through. The real platform is her chest.

The game looks like a 3D render from a decade ago, that specific Lesson of Passion style where everyone's skin is a little too shiny, like they've been glazed. I don't mind it. It has a certain... honesty. You click through dialogue, make choices that supposedly lead to various endings. I got a blowjob in a supply closet, I think? Or maybe it was my office. The cumshot landed on her chin and she just kept that same helpful campaign-assistant smile. It was unsettling and hot in equal measure.

There's a story, supposedly. Something about a campaign. I clicked through it. My brain turned to static. The only choice that mattered was when she bent over the desk. The interracial tag is there, obviously, and the game doesn't make a big deal of it, which is almost refreshing. It's just a thing that is. Like her impossibly spherical breasts. I tried to get a different ending, made a different choice earlier on, and ended up in the exact same closet with the exact same animation. Maybe my political career was doomed from the start. Maybe that's the real commentary. I forgot what I was talking about. Her name is Alice. She has large breasts. That's the game. That's the whole game.