Tali's pilgrimage. Right. The thing they send quarians off to do so they can come back with something useful for the Flotilla. Only in this version, the something useful she finds is apparently a galaxy's worth of bad decisions and clothing that doesn't stay on. You know how these sandbox things go. One minute you're just clicking around some 3DCG hub area, the next you're watching an animated scene where Tali's suit is unsealed in ways that would give the Migrant Fleet's admiralty board a collective aneurysm. The character models are... uneven. Liara looks like she's been hitting the med-bay for some aggressive upgrades, all curves and no subtlety, while EDI somehow got even more distracting. Miranda's there too, because of course she is. The whole cast is basically a checklist of "what if we took the Normandy's crew manifest and ran it through a very specific filter."

Combat is a thing that happens. I think. There's some clicking, some monster encounters, but honestly it's just the filler between Tali finding new ways to corrupt herself. And corruption here doesn't mean renegade interrupts. It means Jedore, a name that sounds like a sneeze, showing up and things getting... tentacley. The anal scenes with Ashley made me laugh, not because they're bad, but because the animation has this specific jank where limbs just sort of teleport into position. Like the animator gave up halfway and said "close enough." Still watched it though. Twice. The sandbox structure means you're mostly wandering, triggering events, watching Tali's resistance crumble like a wet ration pack. There's a scene where she's just... exploring herself, and the game treats this with the same mechanical detachment as checking your inventory. Wish there was more actual Mass Effect lore woven in instead of just using the names like skins d*** over a generic porn framework. But then that's not really the point, is it. The point is watching Tali Zorah nar Rayya discover that her pilgrimage reward is apparently a complete moral and physical meltdown, one unskippable moan at a time.