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