The whole thing hinges on a consent model that doesn't exist. Mia, fresh eighteen, gets a "choice" to cheat. But the text adventure format, the one where you click highlighted words to advance, it's already decided she's a "slutty whore" after that first stranger. My therapist brain wonders if this is a cry for help from the developer. What does Thomas want? To be mayor and turn the city into a sin pit. His storyline is about zoning laws for brothels, I think. I got stuck on a loop with a councilwoman who wanted a very specific bribe.

The real model tag is a lie. There's a static image of a woman who looks vaguely Eastern European, maybe from a stock photo site called "Glamour Shots 2007". She stares at you while you read about Mia's "tight wetness" and her boyfriend's oblivious texts. You switch between Mia and Thomas by clicking a button that says "SWITCH SOULS". It feels like a bad possession movie. The erotic part is purely in the adjectives. "Throbbing member" appears seventeen times in one scene. I counted. The cheating is the main engine but it's so mechanical. Click. Betray. Click. Moan. No messy feelings, just a transaction.

And the text. God, the text. Sometimes it forgets who is speaking. Mia will say something and then Thomas's internal monologue will answer, even though they're in different storylines. It's like a broken radio play. The roleplay is just picking a sex act from a list of three. "Suck", "Fuck", "Ride". The game doesn't remember what you picked last time. You can "Ride" a character you just met in a hallway. No foreplay. No logic. Just a sudden, physics-defying coupling described with the vocabulary of a particularly uncreative parrot. I kept playing though. The mayor's assistant has a weird subplot about a stolen stapler that never gets resolved. I need to know about the stapler.