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