The models are… crude. Like someone slapped them together in a 2006 version of Poser and called it a day. Paula’s tits are impossibly round, defying physics in a way that makes the whole scene feel like a weird silicone fever dream. The 3dcg is stiff. When she bends over to pick up a spilled script, the animation doesn't flow, it jerks. Yet somehow, that awkwardness adds to the sleazy voyeurism. I’m clicking through, watching her mope around the house in a tight dress, and it feels legitimately seedy.

The voice acting, or lack thereof. There is none. Just the clicking of my mouse and some stock, jazzy porno track that loops every forty seconds. You know the one. It’s a sound that means nothing, yet after twenty minutes of manipulating this depressed former soap star’s life, it becomes the sound of moral decay. The silence of her sobs is filled by that cheap saxophone.

You play the two younger houseguests, whose exact relation to Paula you essentially headcanon into existence. Stepchildren? Random tenants? The incest tag is there, dangling, a choice you can stumble into. The corruption isn’t some grand demonic plot. It’s sadder. It’s letting her stay on the couch, eating junk, getting thicker in the ass and thighs as her husband Dick (seriously, his name is Dick) runs off with some younger piece. The dialogue is hysterically blunt. "I miss being touched." Cue a choice to "comfort" her. The game doesn't pretend otherwise. One path has you encouraging a fit, active lifestyle where she becomes a taut, energetic GILF doing yoga. The other, a descent into a doughy, big-titted mess who starts "accidentally" masturbating with the door open. The voyeurism feels weirdly intimate because of how busted the graphics are.

I spent half the time trying to get a specific lesbian scene with the other female housemate, only to have the game bug out and lock me into a mother and son vibe I wasn't aiming for.

It doesn’t resolve. Paula just exists in a loop of your making.