In a dimly lit room, Deo awaits nervously, his heart pounding with anticipation. The door creaks open, revealing a stern, cloaked figure. "Remove your clothing," the figure commands, voice echoing through the room. Deo hesitates, then complies, his body trembling. The figure approaches, a gloved hand tracing Deo's unblemished skin, checking for any signs of defilement. "Lie down," the figure orders, and Deo obeys, his breathing ragged. The figure produces a thin, lubricated rod, and Deo's eyes widen in realization. "This will be... uncomfortable," the figure warns, positioning the rod at Deo's virgin entrance. Deo bites his lip, bracing himself as the figure begins the sacred rite of verification.