"Each spring, someone from the village gets selected at random to take the virginity of any woman who has turned 18. The one chosen could be a man or a woman. You have been selected this year, and two women are ready for the ritual: Sage and Vesta." "You've been anointed with sweet oils, and you wear white linen. As the sun begins to set, you venture out to the sacred meadow." "Sage and Vesta cuddle by a bonfire. Vesta is taller than Sage, and Sage has darker hair than Vesta. They are both wearing flower crowns in their hair and sheer white dresses, their breasts exposed. They giggle when they see you approach." "Sage blushes and looks down to pray." Sage: I... I beseech you goddess... give us someone kind of heart and pure of spirit... "Vesta smiles and bites her lip, trying to see who you are." Vesta: Good eventide, lord or lady! Declare yourself, so we might know our lover! "Sage rolls her eyes at Vesta's boldness."