Jamie Elle is on her bed, and the scene takes on the aspect of a dream for her. Jamie Elle gets up, slips out of her bra and into a fur wrap. Still wearing a garter belt and vintage stockings, she sits, poses and smokes a couple Camel filters. This is all about textures....Jamie Elle's skin and the way her nipples pop to attention at the contact with an ice cube. It's about the texture of skin, fur, nylon and the thickness of smoke in the air. Jamie Elle is perky and cute, and the scene is a visual poem.