The scent of incense fills the air as Vídeo, dressed in her Sunday best, knelt before the priest in the silent church. His voice, low and steady, guided her through the sacrament of confession, but his eyes, they lingered on her innocent form. "Prove your virtue, child," he commanded, leading her to a private chamber. With trembling hands, she lifted her skirt, revealing her untouched flesh. The priest's breath hitched as he performed the sacred act of verification, his fingers exploring her depths, finding her still sealed. Yet, her body betrayed her, lubricating under his touch, leaving them both breathless and yearning for forbidden absolution.