In the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with incense, a young man kneels before the altar, his body bare except for the sacred symbols painted on his skin. He is here for verification, to prove his devotion to the cult of the flesh. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the statue of the god of lust. He begins to stroke his cock, his movements slow and deliberate. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, the slapping of his flesh against flesh. He moans, his body tensing as he nears his climax. He falls back, his body spent, his soul verified.