A line of young maidens, their innocence a tangible aura around them, gather in a dimly lit chamber. They've been summoned, not by words, but by the primal call of their awakening bodies. Each girl, guided by instinct, parts her legs, fingers finding their way to the slick heat between. They moan softly, their hymens stretching, their virginity slipping away as they pleasure themselves, losing their innocence to the rhythm of their own desire.