That's exactly the word. Better Than Sex starts out all downbeat and grubby, mopes along for a few chapters, abruptly veers off into Kago Brand Rape Land, and then evaporates. It's peculiar.
I didn't hate this chapter like the last couple, but I didn't care for it, either. It just sort of happened in my vicinity. Like the pooping of a disconsolate bird.
This is some interesting world building in the end there, kinda liked how the author placed it there. I was more intrigued than horny, that's for sure.