The blonde one with the corset and a mouth like she's just tasted something sour. That was the first real test of the pickup line mechanic. Fuckin' hell, it's clunky. You pick a line and a little dice thing rolls behind the scenes, but the feedback is this weird, stilted paragraph that feels like a Victorian robot wrote it. You know what gets her? Not the poetry or the promise of a good time, but some bollocks about the tensile strength of whalebone. I tried it as a joke and her knickers practically evaporated. This game has no right to be this horny and this broken at the same time.

The whole thing is this AI-generated mess of 1899 London where you, some discharged soldier bloke, are apparently a cock magnet of the highest order. The writing trips over itself constantly. A whore in an alley gives you a blowjob and the text description calls it a 'lingual lashing of the nether pillar' but then, two lines later, it just