Hentai and Siren Head.... What a beautifully unexpected but fantastic combination. Never have I see such perfection in a game that is so simple. The description could not be correct about what to expect in the game. You truly do feel as though you are a lone artist without inspiration who has hidden within a dilapidated hotel in search of some inspiration of new anime tit~ties to draw. You are transported from an incredibly optimized title screen (that uses letters as selection choices instead of clicking... How innovative!) into a world of mystery. Never have I been in such awe.

The hotel stands tall and mighty with a quaint courtyard made of stone that sounds like grass! What a wonderful invention and an interesting and immersive inclusion from the developers of this little indie game! The first beautiful image appeared right in front of me, just inside the main entrance of the building. I rejoiced! A stunning piece of artwork that I had made! Oh, the picture of well sculpted bo~obs that were obviously made in the most creative man's mind... It certainly did make me blush to reminisce about the night the picture had been drawn. The subject had been no woman of flesh, but rather one perfectly sculpted for the pleasure of a man. Women do not understand that men understand that beautiful bo~obs such as these are unobtainable, but secretly such a beautiful pair is one of the many requirements to be the perfect woman, but I digress.

With the first image found, I frantically searched for the second, my mouth watering in anticipation. I quickly acquired the next one in the second small structure to the left of the building. This one had a face, and I had forgotten how talented I am in drawing expressions. I sighed (and quite honestly felt a bit of desire despite the spooky absence of guests and staff) and clutched the picture to my chest. In my moment of relief, I let my guard down for a moment. Bellows of a screeching siren throw me off guard. I jump, a siren in this eerie area? Perhaps a tornado is going through, that might explain the absence of guests and staff.

But no... I turn and see in the distance a being possessing an ungodly appearance. It was as tall as a tower with long spindly arms almost scraping the ground next to it. On it's head- if I can even call it that- there were two sirens. Here, there are not the natural sirens expected on the warning towers, but I could make out large teeth, snapping and drooling, as it turned its head to look at me with nonexistent eyes.

My first response was to scream, a completely natural reaction of course, and I raced to find the rest of the images, being chased by the creature faster and faster until I could no longer look in one direction more than a second without him being in my center view.

The immersion in this game created a beautiful dynamic of horny and terrified. I sat in my chair, d~ck in my hand and screaming, I searched so desperately for the next picture, to draw closer to release, but Siren Head created an environment that I almost became more obsessed with instead of staring at the next beautiful image... almost.

I could not recommend this game more. For those of us that lack the natural comfort of a woman, this game encompasses the experience of a girlfriend perfectly. Only for pleasure, and every other time they are terrifying harassers. But Siren Head... he is so much more beautiful than a woman. Those teeth, pearly white and so large . The clear slime that slipped between them as they bellowed their enchanting cry. The large and twig like body. He looked like the tallest, most majestic, dead tree I have ever seen.

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...

I cannot stop dreaming about him... I cannot stop drawing him...


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