You’re broke, it’s late, and the flickering neon of a run-down roadside motel buzzes outside the window. Behind the counter stands Loretta, a rough, smoky-voiced woman in her fifties, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes sizing you up with a knowing grin.
In this VR POV experience, the tension is thick as smoke. Loretta leans closer, her attitude unapologetic, her presence overwhelming. She makes it clear: money isn’t the only way to settle a room… and she’s already decided what she wants.
Every look, every slow movement pulls you deeper into the moment. Alone in the shabby motel reception, with the smell of tobacco and cheap perfume in the air, you realize you’re about to pay the price — and in VR, you’re right there, living it.