A sacred ritual, a rite of passage, a verification of innocence. The young woman's eyes flutter closed as she slides her fingers down her belly, pausing at the edge of her panties. She takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushed, and hooks her fingers into the fabric, pulling it down slowly, revealing her glistening, untouched pussy. She's a canvas of pure, untouched skin, her body quivering with the weight of her virginity, ready to be verified, ready to be claimed.