Right off the bat, the whole thing feels like a late night Cinemax movie that forgot its script in a taxi. You're this therapist, right, and your patient walks in with problems and a body that the 3DCG renders absolutely refuse to let you ignore. The big ass, the big tits, it's all there, animated just enough to make you lean forward and then immediately feel like you need a shower. The kinetic novel thing means you're just along for the ride, no choices, which is fine because my brain wasn't exactly in the driver's seat anyway.

The sound design tries so hard to be cinematic, all soft piano and breathy silence, but then a groping scene starts and it's like someone dropped a wet fish on the mixing board. The interracial cheating angle comes in hot, no buildup, just boom, here's your moral crisis with a side of oral sex. I actually laughed at one transition, it was so abrupt. Like, one second we're discussing childhood trauma, the next second his hand is somewhere that would get his license revoked in forty seven states. The male protagonist is a blank slate, which I guess is the point, but his internal monologue sounds like it was run through Google Translate twice. "Your eyes, they make my professionalism evaporate." Who talks like that? Nobody. Not even a horny therapist.

I wish the vaginal sex scene had a bit more... I don't know, weight? It's animated, sure, but the loop is so short I started counting the frames. Twelve. Twelve frames. My microwave has more variety. The whole 60 minute session gimmick is a lie, by the way, it's more like 45 if you click fast, and I did, because some of that dialogue is pure cringe. But then, and here's where I contradict myself, I went back and replayed it. Not for the story, god no. For the one close up shot during the cheating reveal that somehow got the lighting perfect. The way the shadows hit the interracial pairing, the sweat on the skin, it's the only moment where the Daz Studio renders actually earned their keep. Everything else is just... functional. A fap material delivery system with a psychology textbook stapled to the front. The groping scenes are plentiful but feel like they were choreographed by someone who's only ever touched a mannequin. Still, it's in my browser history now, and I'm not proud, but I'm also not deleting it.