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