The whole thing feels like someone spilled coffee on a scanner and then the scanner got horny. That AI CG tag is doing some heavy lifting, the art has this weird glossy sheen where everyone looks like they're made of slightly melted candle wax. But the milf character, goddamn. Her chest is a physics defying monument, the kind of big tits that would need their own area code. The uniform on the other one is painted on so tight you can practically see her thoughts, and those thoughts are mostly just polygons.

Profession to Taste, right. You're this guy, total blank slate male protagonist, moves to the city to find himself or whatever. The plot is just a clothesline to hang groping scenes on. I spent twenty minutes in a bakery scenario where the main gameplay loop seemed to be staring at an apron straining over an ass so massive it had its own gravitational pull. You click, you touch, the dialogue is this stilted, translated mess that loops back on itself like a drunk trying to remember a joke. There's a non-linear element they brag about but it's about as complex as choosing which door to open first in a hallway of three. All lead to the same place: a jpeg with a surprised expression.

The sound design is just... absent. A void. You're left with the wet slapping noises your own brain fills in, which is somehow more disturbing. The whole thing runs in a browser window, this sad little tab next to your email, and it crashed once when I tried to click too fast. Like the game itself got overwhelmed. The writing has this accidental poetry to it, lines like "your hands are like autumn leaves finding their path" during a particularly aggressive groping sequence. I don't think it meant to be deep. It's the kind of thing you alt-tab away from not because someone walked in, but because you need to check if your monitor is broken or if that's really the color they chose for skin. It's a mess. I've already played it three times.