Vee touches herself in a maintenance closet before her first shoot and I'm sitting there wondering why I paid for a game where the robot apocalypse somehow made everyone hornier not less. The chiptune jazz fusion whatever-it-is keeps hiccuping in my headphones. Pixel tits jiggle. My cat stares at me from the doorway judging every life choice that led to this.

First scene I actually paused on, there's this futanari mechanic named something I already forgot, but her ass is literally spilling off the dialogue box during a conversation about existential dread. What even is this game. The backgrounds look like a Sega CD fever dream but then suddenly there's anatomically detailed oral sex happening while someone monologues about sexual freedom. I couldn't tell if I was supposed to laugh or... yknow. Maybe both. The text keeps doing this thing where a robot will say something genuinely sad about being programming-locked into repression and then immediately Vee's huge tits are out and everyone's having a four-way. Pace yourself, game. Jesus.

Speaking of, the email system. Why. Who reads their in-game emails. I skipped every single one until I realized that's where the dating routes actually diverge and by then I was already three creampie scenes deep with a monster girl who had like six different penetrative appendages. The route locking is genuinely annoying and I'm still mad about it but also I reloaded a save from forty minutes back just to see what happened if I answered her differently. So maybe they cooked. The censorship slider is the real MVP. Nothing like toggling a setting and watching pixelated fluids suddenly render in full 2D animated glory. Feels illegal. Probably isn't. Don't quote me.