This is the most bizarre sexploitation game mash-up since BMX XXX. Thankfully, Hot Dog King is far less exploitative and grotesque. Sadly, it's not much better.
It's a cross between your average management game and Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball. Yes, you have to buy equipment and manage staff. Yes, you have to arrange for assorted condiments to be delivered to your fast-food restaurant. Yes, you get to twiddle with the percentage of profits on every item and worry about your reputation. But%26hellip; you also get to get to choose whether your staff wears string bikinis or thong bikinis.
This is actually a key tactical element. Different items provide different stat-boosts, but if your shop is in a classy district, customers are going to be distressed by too much flesh. Plus, each girl you hire has a different personality. Some get depressed if the people waiting for their lunch can see her lunch every time she bends over.
Not that you'll ever know. Hot Dog King is as determined to obscure any useful feedback as it is to expose its female protagonists. The real opinions of customers and staff alike are hidden in sub-menus (and occasionally not even there).