Beijing's verification ritual is as ancient as the city itself. In a private, shadowed chamber, a young woman bares her soul and body to the cold lens of a camera. She's a virgin, her innocence a commodity to be proven. She caresses her unmarked skin, her fingers dipping into her untouched folds, the wetness betraying her nervous excitement. The room echoes with the soft sounds of her exploration, the camera capturing every intimate detail.