Alright, so the HMS Yuritopia. Sounds like a cruise ship, right? Wrong. It's a flying death machine packed with women who could probably kill you with a stern look, and you're the new guy. The fresh meat. I spent way too long on the first dialogue choice, not because the fate of the world hung in the balance, but because I was trying to figure out which response would get the redhead with the severe ponytail to step on me. Verbally, at first. The game knows what it's doing. It's a visual novel with some arcade flying bits bolted on, and the flying is fine, I guess, but who cares about bogies on your tail when your wingman is explaining, in detail, how she'd like to humiliate you in the debriefing room. The uniform tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, those flight suits are painted on.

The thing is, it's deliberately rough around the edges. The Ren'py engine is doing its best, but some of the art looks like a first draft that never got cleaned up. And I don't care. I really don't. There's a scene, early on, where you're in the hangar and the mechanic, she's got grease on her cheek and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, and she just... takes what she wants. A handjob that's more about her proving a point than your pleasure, and the dialogue is so blunt it made me laugh out loud. Then later, you're hiding in a locker like a goddamn pervert, watching two of the pilots go at it. Voyeurism, cunnilingus, the whole messy, sweaty show. The game warns you about foot fetishism, and yeah, it's there, a whole scene dedicated to it that felt like it was written by someone with a very specific, very intense interest. I wish the piloting segments had more depth, but they won't, and that's fine. This isn't Ace Combat. It's a dating sim where the date might end with you on your knees on the cold metal floor of a warship, and honestly? That's a better sales pitch than any missile-lock warning. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?