In a dimly lit chamber, the young priestess, Vídeo, kneels before her mentor. Her heart pounds with anticipation as she prepares to verify her purity. The mentor, a wise and stern woman, hands Vídeo a sacred chalice filled with holy water. "Drink," she commands, "and let the divine liquid judge your virtue." Vídeo takes a sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat. She waits, eyes closed, as the mentor begins the incantation. Suddenly, Vídeo feels a warmth spreading through her, her breath hitching as her body responds to the divine test. The mentor watches, her eyes narrowing as she sees the telltale sign of Vídeo's innocence.