The whole thing feels like a half finished basement renovation, you know? Like someone got the drywall up but then just walked away before the mudding. The new president, this big shot from the description, he's just some guy in a suit who shows up in your office. And you, you're supposed to be the shadowy CEO pulling strings. But the first thing you do is basically tell him to bend over a desk. No buildup, no real corruption arc, just a button that says "humiliate" and then a 3DCG model of some generic politician looking uncomfortable while a text box tells you he's crying. The voice acting, when it's there, is this flat, tinny recording that sounds like it was done in a closet. It completely kills any heat. The D.va cameo later on is so random I laughed out loud, she's just there in a side room for a handjob scene that has nothing to do with the main plot about controlling the government.

Spent way too long trying to get the Lady Dimitrescu scene to trigger. The menu is a mess of favor meters and drug inventory that never really gets explained. You're supposed to be protecting your family, but the only family member who shows up is a sister who you can, well, you know. The game calls it a "continuous game of favors" but it's more like a slideshow of fetish checkboxes. There's a moment with a tentacle monster in the Oval Office that's so janky, the model clips through the Resolute Desk for a solid minute. The ahegao faces are just a texture swap that looks more like an allergic reaction. And for a game tagged with half the franchises from the last decade, seeing Tifa and Lara Croft just standing in a cyberpunk alleyway waiting to be prostituted out feels less like a fantasy and more like a weird asset flip garage sale. The real porn clips spliced in are jarring against the 3DCG, like putting a photograph next to a crayon drawing. The exhibitionism tag is technically met because you can do things in public, but the crowd is just a static jpeg that never reacts. It's a power fantasy that forgot to include the fantasy part, just the mechanics of clicking through degradation.

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Fingers still remember the cold glass of the datapad, that slight vibration when a client pings you with a request. This game, it's not some slick corpo production. Feels more like a bootleg shard you slot in, rough edges and all. You got this inheritance, a pile of eddies from your old man, and the only sane investment in this neon-drenched hellscape is a brothel. So you're in. The management part is just spreadsheets with a dirty skin, picking which joytoy to train in what, matching their busted stats to some freak's specific kink. The tactile part, the real part, is in the training. Clicking through the options, you almost feel the resistance, the slow burn of breaking down a new acquisition's will. The screen's static hums, and you're just... pushing buttons, making a person into a product.

Wish the city itself felt more alive. You get these text blurbs about violence and lawlessness, but it's all outside the window you never look through. It's just a menu. A menu with a very specific, sweaty focus. The whole thing is about optimizing holes for profit, which is as grim and transactional as it sounds. The sex slave training isn't some gentle dom thing. It's a cold, mechanical process of upgrading a unit's stats. Oral technique goes from 'reluctant' to 'expert' and you feel nothing but a manager's satisfaction. That's the weird part. It's not even hot, not really. It's the same feeling as optimizing a build in a regular RPG, except the build is a person's degradation arc.

There's this one moment, a client demands a girl with high 'submission' and a specific 'synthetic' fetish. You check your roster, find a match, and the credit chime is just... flat. You did it. You're good at this. The game never judges you, which is its own kind of horror. It just gives you more numbers to crunch. Don't expect some deep roleplay. The choices are about resource allocation, not moral quandaries. You're not a person in this world, you're a systems operator for a meat vending machine. And the machine needs more lubricant. Always more.