About this game
I keep coming back to the inventory screen. Not for any good reason, it's just there, this ugly little grid that looks like it was designed in MS Paint during a lunch break. The whole game has that vibe honestly, like someone said "fuck it, the tits are real, who cares about the font." And they're not wrong exactly. The real model thing is jarring at first, these actual women spliced into a college sim that otherwise looks like a spreadsheet had a baby with a JPEG from 2004. But then you're tracking the lust stat for your neighbor, this absolute milf with a body that makes the shitty UI completely irrelevant, and suddenly you don't care about polish anymore.
The management side is basically two bars. Love and lust. That's it. Pump numbers into both or nothing happens. I spent an embarrassing amount of time grinding the love stat for this one girl in my dorm, thinking I was being strategic, only to realize the lust bar was still at zero and she was treating me like a gay best friend. Rookie mistake. The text choices are blunt as hell too, no clever dialogue trees, just "comfort her" or "stare at her chest" and the game knows exactly what you're doing. There's something almost refreshing about how direct it is. No pretension.
Summer break hit and I'd unlocked maybe half the scenes, still not sure if the RPG elements actually matter or if it's all just clicking through until numbers go up. The college setting is basically a backdrop for increasingly ridiculous scenarios, and the real model photos get more explicit as you progress. Some of them are genuinely hot, others look like they were shot on a phone from 2008. The whole thing is a mess. A horny, unpolished mess that somehow works better than it has any right to. I still don't know what half the items in my inventory do.