Under the watchful eyes of ancient idols, Zedopautorto conducts his sacred verification. The girl's body trembles, her innocence a fragile barrier. He spreads her legs, his gaze fixed on her untouched core. His fingers, anointed with sacred oil, glide over her petals, parting them to reveal her virgin entrance. He presses in, stretching her, feeling her untouched walls clench around him. She cries out, her voice echoing in the chamber, as her innocence is taken, her body awakened to the divine ecstasy of sin.