The quiet rustle of fabric against skin echoes in the dimly lit room. A young woman, her eyes cast downwards, waits patiently. The unseen examiner, his hands steady, begins his sacred task. He traces her body, his fingers lingering on her pulse points, her hips, her thighs. The room fills with her soft gasps as he finds her untouched, her hymen intact. The test complete, he withdraws, leaving her to catch her breath, her innocence verified.