In the sterile, cold examination room, Dr. Natiass' stethoscope hangs loosely around his neck, his pulse quickening as he watches the virgin's hymen examination. The girl, barely legal, lies on the table, her legs spread, her innocence on display. As the doctor's fingers, slick with lubricant, stretch her tight opening, her hymen strains against the invasion. With a final, forceful push, the fragile tissue yields, her virginity lost under the clinical glare of the overhead lights, the doctor's heavy breathing the only sound in the room.