Yet signs of a certain crudity remain, something uncertain and immature lurking underneath the surface confidence and maturity. The demo goes to great lengths to show a gritty, unpleasant world filled with suffering and dirtiness. And then, hey, boobs. Big, incongruously perfect, brazen breasts, gleaming like oiled whaleskin amidst the blood and grime covering every other surface in the game. The woman in question is a prisoner, supposedly being tortured. Itís supposed to be a harrowing moment Ė a mother whoís just lost her son and is now in grave danger, treated with monstrous disdain and the threat of hideous sexual violence.
Instead, itís masturbation fodder, an unashamed invitation to admire a pixel-perfect fantasy figure. This women is supposed to be suffering, but Iím supposed to salivate. The camera lingers, closes slightly on those improbable appendages Ė even when Geralt dispatches her torturers-to-be, rescues her and she requests to cover her porn star body up again, weíre treated to a final titilatting jiggle, rather than a demure turnaround, as she pulls her unscathed dress back up. She doesnít seem terribly bothered. The game doesnít seem terribly bothered. It just wanted to show us some tits, because apparently thatís how you know a game is mature.