In a dimly lit room, Yoa, untouched by makeup or artifice, presents herself for her verification with Oldsgracioso. She's a bundle of nervous energy, her breath hitching as she removes her simple dress, leaving her in lacy underwear. She teases her nipples, her fingers tracing the lace, before slipping her hand into her panties. Her eyes flutter closed as she touches herself, her hips moving in rhythm. She switches to a small, discreet vibrator, pressing it against her clit, her body tensing as she comes, a soft cry escaping her lips.