I gotta say, the first time Rebecca pulled me out of the void I thought my tentacles were gonna shrivel up from sheer shock. Not because of the near death space thing. Because she was just... there. Floating in zero G with her modded genetics on full display and this look on her face like she'd been waiting for a slime octopus to crash land into her docking bay. Guukruxx, that's me by the way, doesn't get nervous but something about the way her hips moved in that environment suit made my chromatophores flicker purple. You know the color. The one that means business.

The whole setup is ridiculous if you think about it. Your ship breaks, she saves you, and suddenly you're in her quarters trying to figure out how to produce enough slime to buy pheromones from some shady space vendor. Yes, you sell your own bodily excretions. For alien date *** perfume basically. And the game just... rolls with it. No explanation. No shame. Rebecca's already hornier than a tribble in heat so why even bother with the pheromones right? Wrong. Because the pheromones unlock scenes that make the base stuff look like a handshake. There's this one moment where you use the concentrated formula and her eyes just glaze over and she starts speaking in these broken sentences while your tentacles do things that would get you arrested in seven star systems. The art is that deliberately messy CG hentai style where everything's slightly off but somehow hotter because of it. Like someone drew it with one hand, if you catch my drift.

What bugs me though, and I mean really bugs me, is the slime economy. You grind for slime. You sell slime. You buy pheromones. You use pheromones. You need more slime. It's a circle jerk of resource management that nobody asked for in their tentacle porn game. And the alien design? Guukruxx looks like a stock photo of an octopus that got run through a blur filter. No cool bioluminescence. No weird alien anatomy beyond the basics. Missed opportunity. But then Rebecca does this thing with her tongue and the slime trail you left on her stomach and suddenly I forget why I was complaining. The humor lands more often than it should too, like when you fail a scene and the narrator just calls you a pathetic excuse for a cosmic horror. Fair.