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