The whole thing feels like a pool hall that got hit by a weird, sexy curse. Triplex Billiard, right? You’d think it’s just billiards. But no, the scoring is completely backwards. You’re not trying to sink your own balls. You’re trying to pocket the opponent’s. Every time one of their striped or solid spheres drops, it’s a point for you, and a piece of clothing vanishes from one of the two girls you’re playing against. It’s a striptease arcade game with a real model aesthetic, all skinny frames and sharp angles, and the whole thing runs on this inverted logic that messes with your head.

I spent a good ten minutes just trying to unlearn actual pool. In real 8-ball, you’d be a disaster. Here, scratching the cue ball feels less like a foul and more like a tactical pause, a moment to watch the other girl lean over the table, her spine a delicate curve under the low light. The models aren’t super animated, they have this still, almost mannequin quality, but that’s what makes it work. It’s less a game and more like arranging a series of erotic photographs with a cue stick. The physics are floaty, like the balls are made of cheap plastic, and sometimes a shot that should be impossible just… happens. The collision detection is drunk.

And the strip mechanic itself. It’s not a grand reveal. It’s piecemeal. A sock here, a top later. The real kick is the tension of a long shot, knowing that if you miss, the game just sits there, the girls in their half-undressed state, waiting. It’s a weirdly patient kind of horny. You’re not blasting through levels. You’re just… playing pool, badly, with a very specific reward system. The arcade structure means there’s no real story, just a series of one-on-two matches. I wish the camera had a free look mode, because sometimes the best angle is from the side, watching the cue ball kiss the eight ball into the corner pocket, and the game’s fixed perspective just doesn’t get it. The sound design is basically non-existent, just the click of balls and a faint, looping lounge track that burrows into your brain. It’s a strange little artifact, this game. Not quite a sport, not quite a peep show, but a clumsy, captivating thing in between.