In a dimly lit room, a priest from the conservative congregation summons two innocent girls for a 'verification'. They stand before him, eyes cast down, hearts pounding. The ritual begins: they're made to lift their skirts, revealing their untouched intimacy to the holy man. He inspects, his touch gentle yet firm, their innocence confirmed by the lack of any mark of sin. The girls blush, their bodies betraying them with a warmth that contradicts their piety. The priest, ever the guardian of their virtue, offers them a prayer, his voice echoing the tension in the room.