In the dimly lit chamber, the priestess, Vírginia, awaits her initiation. Nude, she kneels before the altar, her soft curves illuminated by flickering candles. Her body bears the marks of her faith, each symbol meticulously inked onto her skin. A hush falls as the high priest enters, his robes adorned with sacred symbols. He approaches Virginia, his eyes never leaving her form. With a gentle touch, he begins the verification, his hands tracing the lines of her devotion, her body shivering in anticipation and reverence.