How about a game where you play as Cupid, but because of that cunt Hera pushing weapon control laws in Olympus he can no longer use his bow and arrow to induce love in people. Instead, he must now take control of a man's body and get the man's love interest to fall in love with the man he's controlling.
Cupid can only maintain control over the man's body for a limited space of time each day, so the player has to pick and choose which situations the man should be taken over for. During school, when the man has a class with a cute "girl next door" type? During his after-school job, when the man works a Starfucks counter with the slutty bimbo? Or maybe at home, when the man is staying with his totally unrelated foster family I swear guys they're totally not blood-related, would I lie to you? Build relations with just one girl and lead the man to true love. Or make a harem and have nasty orgies. The possibilities are endle…twofold.
The man is aware that his body is taken over while Cupid is in control, but when Cupid leaves he forgets everything about being taken over and assumes that all of his actions were his own doing. Cupid can thereby exert a little permanent influence over the man's personality; if Cupid acts like a jackass while controlling the man, the man becomes a little more assholish in his everyday life even when Cupid is not controlling him. If Cupid acts like a ladies' man, the man starts flirting with women he sees. Be honest or deceitful, straightforward or duplicitous, glass-half-full or shoot-me-now-and-end-it. Some women like certain attributes and dislike or hate others. That classmate of yours would love a smart, honest knight in shining armor to help her with her homework, because she's having a lot of trouble figuring out that Love Potion #9 formula. But that slutty bitch at Starfucks just wants a man who takes what he wants and does whatever he needs to to get it; start laying the love lines on thick with her and she'll get bored with Mr. Dickless. And the homeless girl is just looking for Mr. Right, if Mr. Right has a fat, fat wallet and is generous enough to buy her shoes without holes in them. Fewer holes, anyway. And maybe an umbrella to go over the cardboard box when it rains. Also crack.
When not controlling the man, Cupid must take care of his own fucked up love life. Have you ever tried getting women interested in you when you're 3 feet tall and have a baby dick? It was pretty easy getting laid back when you had your date rape arrows but now women in Tartarus bars just laugh when you drop a pick-up line. Plus, do you know how awkward it is at home when your mother is the living embodiment of slut beauty and rough fucking? Those were some fucked up puberty years. And that shitbag Ares is always over at your house pawing at your mom and someone needs to put him in his fucking place because that bitch is yours and…no, wait, that's not right, you don't want to fuck the living embodiment of acts so animalistic that referring to them as "making love" would make you laugh yourself into a coma, do you? Because that's messed up. She's your mom, dude.