Rebecca’s tits are out before the title screen even fades. That’s not a complaint. She stumbles in, blonde hair a mess, still in that tight dress from whatever club she crawled out of, and just collapses onto the bed. The animation of her pulling up some porn on her phone is janky as hell, her thumb clips through the screen, but the way she lazily rubs herself through her panties? Yeah, that works. The whole thing has this grimy, unpolished feel, like a video someone forgot to delete. The sound design is basically just wet noises and a looping moan that cuts off weirdly, but somehow that makes it hotter. It’s not trying to be classy.

Then she passes out. Mouth slightly open, one leg dangling off the bed. And in walks this dude. No backstory, no face, just a cock that’s frankly ridiculous. Like, anatomically a war crime. The game just cuts straight to him lining it up with her sleeping face. There’s no struggle, no dialogue, just this slow, deliberate use of her mouth while she’s out cold. The whole thing is wrong, obviously, but the game commits to it with a weirdly detailed focus on her lip gloss smearing. Why did I notice that? The thieve, or whatever, moves