Burning Boundaries used to be called Babysitters. Why the name change? No clue. Doesn't matter. What matters is that Lara, the milf next door type, gets her ass eaten out on a balcony while her husband is inside probably watching TV or something. The animation loops are rough, like someone learned Blender last month rough, but there's this one scene where she's bent over the kitchen counter and the way her tits just... hang there while the camera slowly pans up. I spent way too long on that frame. The modding potential here is insane though. Texture work is inconsistent, some skin shaders look waxy, others have this almost sweaty sheen that works perfectly for the corruption arc. The oral animations need complete re-rigging, the jaw doesn't move right, but the sound design during the handjob scene in the darkroom? Actually decent. Wet sounds that don't sound like someone stirring mac and cheese.

You play a photographer, which is just an excuse to have a camera and take pictures of women who shouldn't be taking their clothes off. The blackmail mechanic is there but it's flimsy. One choice tree leads to a swinging party that comes out of nowhere. No buildup. Just suddenly you're watching your neighbor's wife go down on some guy while her husband films it on his phone. The voyeurism angle is what kept me clicking though. There's this scene where you're hiding in a closet, watching through the slats, and the animation stutters but the voice acting (if you can call it that) sells the moment. She knows someone's watching. She doesn't care.

The corruption path with the virgin character feels rushed. One minute she's shy, next she's doing anal on a pool table. No middle ground. But the group scenes, when they work, have this chaotic energy that most polished games lack. Bodies clipping through furniture, sure, but also this raw, almost uncomfortable intimacy. The male protagonist is a blank slate, which is fine because you're not here for his personality. You're here for the moment Lara's wedding ring catches the light while she's stroking you off under the dinner table. Her husband asks her to pass the salt. She doesn't flinch. That's the good stuff. The cheating tag earns its place here.