The air is thick with tension and the scent of incense. She's been brought here, to this ancient, stone chamber, for her sacred trial. Her long, dark hair is unbound, cascading down her back, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She's been told this test will prove her worth, her devotion. The examiner, robed in black, his face obscured by a hood, approaches. His voice is deep, resonant, as he begins his ritual. He touches her, his hands cool, impersonal, yet she feels a jolt, a spark. He traces her lips, her neck, her breasts, her belly. She trembles, her body responding to his touch, her breath catching. He nods, his expression hidden, but she knows she's passed. She's been verified.