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