The first few hours of this game seem to have been censored by a strict Catholic jury: the naked female body is presented as an intimate treasure, shamefully protected from any outside gaze or touch. The scenes feel like relics from an era when blushing at the sight of a genital was considered virtuous and chaste.
The game's pacing is particularly irritating, which, in a way, fits the prudishness of the main characters. Therefore, genuine enjoyment can only be derived from users with an insatiable appetite for endless repetition.
To keep myself from falling asleep, I fetched my peppermint coins from the kitchen every five minutes, but even so, after an hour, I finally gave up in frustration.
However, this is also the special advantage of this game: there is no risk of addiction, with a maximum of one hour per day the frustration remains manageable - assuming a balanced character - and one can deal with the topic of hope daily for years.