I'm giving this game the "Most Committed to a Butt Pun" award, and I don't think anyone's taking that crown anytime soon. Las Nalgas. The villain group is called Collective S.H.A.R.T. The whole thing is so aggressively stupid that it loops back around to being genuinely funny, like a joke told with a completely straight face for three hours until you crack.

The actual drawing mechanic is... well, it's there. You trace lines on asses. Sometimes the line detection feels like it was coded by someone who just learned what a mouse is, and I spent a good minute just trying to get a simple star to register on some poor woman's left cheek. But honestly, who cares. The jank is part of the vibe. You're not here for a masterclass in tattoo simulation, you're here because a man named Leo Pujols moved to a town called The Buttocks to start a revolution in posterior art, and the local prudes are losing their minds over it.

The humor is the main draw, way more than the lewd stuff, though there's plenty of that. Big tits everywhere, focus on anal obviously, it's a game about tattooing buttholes. The writing has this deadpan delivery that makes the dumbest lines land perfectly. There's a whole election subplot and some mystery about an attack that I kept forgetting about because I'd get distracted trying to make the tattoo lines not look like a drunk toddler's scribble. The multi-lover paths are surprisingly decent for what's basically a shitpost turned visual novel. You can stumble into some genuinely hot scenes while the town's moral guardians are having a meltdown in the background. It knows exactly what it is, and that confidence makes the whole messy package work way better than it has any right to.