Ho boy. Where to begin.
First, before anyone wonders about my position (although the five stars would’ve been a clue), I give enormous, resounding credit to the devs.
Second, I’ve only finished the prologue. That’s right, I only got past the audition period, for reasons which I’ll explain, but what I’ve already seen has left a major, lasting impression. I poked around for a few glimpses of what lay ahead (mainly for Veronica) just to get a feel for what was in store, and my findings etched that impression in granite.
I thought I'd already encountered the pinnacle of AVN storytelling that invested me and evoked emotion. Maybe it’s the more extreme content, the deeper look into the darkness that I have no trouble believing exists in the real world around certain people with wealth and influence, but Pale Carnations exceeds that standard. By a lot. Because for all the extreme stuff already shown (and we’d barely gotten started where I paused, which is frightening), I know that stuff like this really happens. This, and a whole lot worse.
We live in a flawed, unforgiving world where wealth is used by the rich to indulge in their base urges without consequence. Jeffrey Epstein and P. Diddy are only recent, prominent examples of people who got caught. There are many, many more who haven’t been, and whose money lets them do things and treat people in grotesque, degrading ways that beggar the average imagination. I’m not pointing a finger at the ultra-rich like Bezos or Musk, nor at any figure in particular. I’m thinking of the semi-famous whose names aren’t always in the public eye, whose star has waned but whose money remains, whose wealth and fame and connections are enough to open doors without being constantly subjected to the full intensity of society’s scrutiny. People who can slip through the cracks.
The skin trade is real. What happens to women, the ways in which they’re preyed upon, especially when they’re desperate, are real. So are the things that some women are able to bring themselves to do, things which the men watching would vomit to even consider doing themselves. Yet there are women who do it. Who endure it. To survive. Does that make them stronger than men? Weaker? Somehow suited to their role as playthings in a way that red-blooded men simply aren’t and never will be? (That is not my belief, btw.) These things and more confronted me in just the prologue, and in what Veronica endured in her “punishment game.”
Sexual desires and kinks are also real. I’m not judging any of that. I’m of the same mind as a certain goth bartender: What consenting adults do behind closed doors is totally their deal. In fact, I could imagine a scenario in which this secret sex club might’ve been portrayed as a wholesome (and hot) place to explore untouched corners of someone’s sexual desires, if only there was genuine concern about consent, respect, and safety. Not coercion. Not manipulation. Not quid pro quo. But that would have been an idealization, and that’s not where the devs went. That’s not the story being told here, which is a story that deserves telling.
Let me repeat that. The devs have created a story that deserves telling. It will make you think, it will challenge your views, and it may even change how you see the world.
The real world isn’t ideal. It’s messy, and violent, and full of hidden ugliness that never enters most people’s daily consciousness. But there are some who live that ugliness. Who are living it right now, as you read this. Victims and abusers, the scum and the unfortunate. And there are those who never imagined they might find themselves caught between the two. Who want to help but feel powerless to do so.
This story shines a light on how power and position can allow sexual desires to fester into something diseased. How natural sexual instinct can blur the lines of morality. The devs explore that in a way that is incredibly nuanced and thought-provoking. They don’t paint desire or kink as bad. They confront male (and female) sexual desire with honesty and insight, and show how wealthy privilege can let it become something nauseatingly horrible.
This story…it’s not something just anyone could come up with, let alone tell as well as they have.
As I said, I only got to the very beginning of the first week of the story, after the audition period, and then I had to stop. It’s not because the story was bad, or the kinks too sickening, or any of the reasons I anticipated when, on a whim, I decided to try it. I was expecting a male power fantasy, heavy on kink but with very little substance. God, was I wrong.
Fair warning, you will feel revulsion in this story. Not toward the devs for creating such a tale, but for the evil and degradation that some part of you knows isn’t exaggerated. There are places and people like this in reality. In some ways, my revulsion was a comfort. I was reassured that deep down, even with my kinks, I’m nothing like the villains in this story. That’s another reason I tip my hat to the devs. They have to descend into such darkness, then channel it to tell this story, and I truly cannot fathom how they do it.
I had to stop because it was affecting me so much. I could feel the evil of the villains in this story sticking to my skin like slime. I felt dirty. Even as many parts of the prologue titillated me, I felt sick at my helplessness to intervene on these women’s behalf. And I knew the true depravity had hardly begun.
The thought of being left hanging further in, as the story naturally built to even greater tension, as more awful things happened to these characters, as I got even more invested…It was more than I could take.
That’s why I’m waiting until the full release is out before diving back in. Until then, I’m consoling myself with the fantasy that everything will turn out okay.
It has to.