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