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