The whole thing feels like a drunken dare that got out of hand. You got Danny, this guy who quit his sex shop job to chase some rock star fantasy in LA, and the first thing that happens is he ends up in a train compartment with a woman named Sydnee. Her tits are massive, the kind of cartoonish big that makes you laugh and get hard at the same time. The art is rough, like someone sketched it on a napkin after one too many shots, but that’s the point. It’s a reaction game, so you’re just clicking through prompts, trying to keep her interested while the train rattles along.

I kept failing the minigames on purpose just to see what would happen. Sometimes she’d roll her eyes and go back to her phone, other times she’d lean in closer, her cleavage swallowing the screen. The humor is stupid in the best way. Danny’s dialogue options are so blunt they circle back to being charming. “Nice rack” is literally a choice. And she might laugh or slap you. The drunk tag is no joke, the whole thing wobbles like you’re both three beers deep, and the timing of the reactions gets sloppier the more you succeed. Or fail. I don’t know anymore.

There’s this one moment where you finally get her top off and the train hits a bump, and the animation just... glitches. Her boobs jittered for a solid five seconds. I should’ve been annoyed but I was too busy grinning. It’s a trip, not a polished XXX adventure. You’re not here for smooth loops or voice acting. You’re here to see a hot mess unfold, to prod at a fantasy that knows it’s a fantasy. The sex scene, when you get there, is a clumsy, frantic thing. Lots of jiggling, a weirdly long close up of Danny’s face looking confused. I don’t think he ever makes it to LA. I don’t think he cares. Sydnee’s final line is something about missing her stop. Perfect.