The poker table felt rigged from the first hand. Not the cards, those were fine, but the whole setup. Six girls in lace and satin, each one pretending they didn't know exactly why they were there. I lost three rounds in a row to the blonde with the bored expression and started wondering if the RNG had a personal grudge. Then she folded on a pair of kings and I saw her bra strap slip. That's the whole game, really. A strip poker loop with photo rewards that look like they were shot on a phone from 2016. Grainy, awkward lighting, but somehow that makes it hotter. Like peeking through a keyhole at something you weren't supposed to see.

The minigame between hands is a weird timing thing where you tap to make her flinch or something. I never figured out if it actually changes the odds. Half the time I'd win a hand and the next photo would be almost identical to the last one, just a different angle of the same black lingerie. Complained about that to nobody in particular. The redhead, though. She has this smirk when she loses a big pot, like she's daring you to keep going. I kept betting stupid amounts just to see that expression again. Lost my entire stack twice doing that. Worth it.

One thing that bugged me, the music loops after like forty seconds and it's this tinny jazz thing that sounds like it's playing from another room. I muted it after ten minutes. But the photos, when they finally get to the good ones, they don't hold back. Real model, real skin, no cartoon bullshit. The poker itself is basic five card draw, nothing fancy, but the AI folds way too often on bluffs. You can exploit that. Not that I'm complaining. The last girl, the one with the short hair, she took forever to strip. By the time I got her down to nothing I'd forgotten what my own hand looked like. That's probably the point.