Love Sucks: Night Two is a horny game where the real fantasy isn't sex, it's enjoying a carnival without almost immediately getting tired and wanting to go home

I made my peace with linear visual novels a while ago—as long as there's at least a little interaction. Let me muck around in a scene deciding what I look at while being rewarded with some ambient dialogue or whatever before I get back on the train to Plot Town, and I'm happy. That's the kind of game Love Sucks: Night One was. You might have enjoyed the illusion you were steering it at times, but really it was a ride you were on and even if you leaned into the corners, you still got off at the same place.