The ancient tradition continues in this hidden chamber, where the girl's virginity is to be confirmed. Clad in a simple white gown, she lies on the stone table, her legs trembling as the old man, the village's revered guardian of virtue, begins his sacred duty. He parts her legs, his wrinkled hands surprisingly gentle as they trace her untouched folds. He inserts a wooden plug, a symbol of her purity, into her tight, untouched cunt, stretching her virgin hole. She cries out, her body tensing, her maidenhead tearing as the plug is removed, leaving her virgin blood as evidence of her unspoiled state. The man nods, satisfied, as the girl, now officially verified, is led away, her body still quivering from the intimate, invasive examination.