Outside blizzards rage, inside bears having sex glows only by firelight. Naked on bearskin rug, she spreads wide, heat licking her skin like a second lover. “Melt for bears having sex,” she whispers, sliding a glass dildo carved from ice alongside frantic fingers. The contrast makes her scream “bears having sex” until her voice cracks. She comes in violent shudders, squirting steam into the frigid air—pure molten “bears having sex” against the snow.