Snow falls outside the cabin window during little caprice x art. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with little caprice x art.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “little caprice x art” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “little caprice x art”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “little caprice x art, burn me little caprice x art!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “little caprice x art” as embers pop in answer.