In the holy light of the verification chamber, Jennijosue beckons her subjects to stand tall, to bear their souls and bodies for the divine gaze. Knees bend in reverence, hands clasp in prayer, as the lens sweeps over unblemished skin. Nipples harden, not from lust, but from the chill of the marble floor. A gasp, a shiver, as virgin flesh is verified, pure and untouched, ready for the sacred union.