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