Blessed be the sacred inspection

The sanctuary's hushed silence is broken only by the rustling of habit and the soft murmurs of the novices as they submit to the divine examination. The priestess, her eyes closed in concentration, traces the delicate petals of their vulvas, feeling for the barrier that marks their untouched status. Each girl's breath hitches as she's touched, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment and exhilaration, the intimate inspection stirring feelings they've never before experienced.

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