Hilda’s outfit is a disaster. I mean, it’s a crop top and shorts, which is fine, classic even, but the textures here look like they were stretched over a mannequin made of melted wax. The whole thing has this 3DCG sheen that reminds me of those weird mobile game ads where the boobs have their own gravitational field. Which, okay, in this region full of “lustful creatures,” maybe that’s the point. You’re this guy, just dropped into a sandbox parody of a certain monster catching world, and the first thing you do is bump into Misty looking like she’s about to pop a seam. The fashion is a crime against fabric. Serena’s skirt is so short it’s basically a belt, and don’t get me started on Bea’s... actually, Bea’s gear is kinda cool, in a sporty way, if you ignore the fact the game treats her like a chew toy for a horny tentacle plant the second you wander into the wrong patch of grass.

The groping mechanics are, uh, direct. You tap, things jiggle, a heart icon pops up. It’s as deep as a puddle. I spent a weird amount of time just poking at Sonia’s sweater, trying to see if the physics would freak out. They did. Then a monster appeared and the scene shifted to something involving a lot of oral and a very confused looking Pikachu knockoff. The whole thing runs like a slideshow on my browser, but a slideshow where Cynthia suddenly decides to join a group scene with a dragon type that has way too many appendages. The fantasy here isn’t the adventure, it’s the total collapse of consent and anatomy. Nessa’s swimsuit is practical, at least, until it isn’t.

There’s a part where you’re just walking through a cave and Nemona challenges you, and I thought, finally, some real tension. But no. The battle transition is just a loading screen into another bestiality scenario with a monster that looks like a rejected Digimon. The male protagonist is a silent void, a pair of hands with no face, which is honestly a mood. The sandbox aspect means you can just... linger. I made May stand in a corner for ten minutes while I looked up if there was a way to fix the anti-aliasing. There isn’t. Dawn’s hat clips through her head constantly. It’s a mess. A sticky, unpolished, deeply unserious mess that knows exactly what it is.