Pervert Chat

Pervert Chat has the kind of tour page that’s become a pet peeve of mine in this industry. There’s almost nothing to be seen out front besides spaces to type your email address and password, the fields functioning like a virtual bouncer keeping the riffraff out. Anybody can get in, sure, but the setup offers a somewhat frustrating air of mystique. The masked woman with the jugs is enticing, but I wonder how many potential users leave before they find out what’s really inside. The whole thing turned out to be much kinkier than I’d expected, and I say that as a seriously jaded internet pervert. (Spoiler alert: it’s scat.)