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