A Date with D.Va

You play the protagonist on a date with D.Va, and the game keeps asking what kind of story you actually want out of it. Every choice bends the same evening toward one of two directions: a genuine romance or a slide into something far uglier.

That split is the whole point. Play it straight and you're courting her, reading the moment, trying to earn something real. Push the other way and the date turns into an exercise in control, with D.Va losing more ground the further you go. The point-and-click structure just funnels you between those choices, scene by scene, until the ending matches whatever path you leaned into.

There's no third option where you stay neutral. The game wants you to pick a side and see it through, hero or voyeur, and it doesn't soften either ending to make you feel better about the choice.