The annual ritual begins as the father, stern and imposing, enters the room where his daughters, Vídeo and Deo, stand nervously. They're made to strip, their young bodies trembling as they're inspected for any hint of sexual experience. The father's hands, calloused from years of labor, trace their soft skin, lingering on their delicate breasts and the smooth mounds of their virgin pussies. The girls, barely containing their unease, feel a strange heat building between their legs, their bodies responding to the forbidden touch. The air grows thick with their innocent arousal, their wetness coating their thighs as the father, satisfied with his inspection, leaves them alone with their newly awakened desires and the shameful secret they now share.