In a dimly lit room, the cleric, Casadasaffff, performs an ancient ritual of verification. The young woman, her eyes closed in prayer, awaits his touch. He begins, running his hands gently over her body, checking for any signs of impurity. Her breath hitches as he reaches her most intimate places, his fingers exploring her untouched folds, verifying her claim of virginity. The room is filled with the scent of incense and the soft rustle of her robes, the air thick with tension and divine expectation.