Poorly, besides slavery she gets the lash.

Handcuffed, Monika is taken to the Justiciar's Tower where she is quickly interrogated, her items confiscated, and is thrown into a waiting cell. That afternoon the still bound bounty hunter is marched into a sparsely decorated courtroom. Looking around she cannot see the clerk among those in attendance, which greatly concerns Monika. The judge, a tall, gaunt man with a beak like nose, receding hairline, and peevish attitude, looks down from his raised pulpit upon the voluptuous bounty hunter with contempt and disapproval.

“Your honor.” A bailiff speaks, beginning the trial. “This woman is Red Monika, a foreigner. She struck an Overcity official and stole his purse which contained coins worth 1,000 gold. Numerous bystanders and two guards are witnesses against her.”

“Hmpt.” The tired and cynical judge grunts. “Striking an official and the amount stolen are both felonies.” Not even bothering to look at the accused he begins to write on a parchment, “Girl, if you admit to your crimes I will take into consideration the frailty of your gender. So, do you plead guilty?”

Monika can barely contain her disgust, but finally answers with a simple “Yes.”

“The prisoner will show respect!” The judge snaps.

“Sorry.” Monika grumbles, “Your honor.”

“The fine for the **** and theft is 5,000 gold. Can you pay it girl?”

“No, your honor.” Monika grimaces at the sexism, the ludicrous fine and knowing that the old bastard is enjoying this sham of justice.

“I see.” The judge nods with approval. “Then it's the auction block for you; Two weeks for **** and six for the theft.”

Never being a respecter of authority Monika glares in defiance, but when she hears the relatively light sentence she cannot help but grin.

A displeased look immediately comes across the judge's face. “I don't like your attitude girl, if the threat of slavery doesn't worry you maybe the lash will. I think ten, no let's make that twenty strokes of the whip will teach you respect.”

“No fucking way!” Monika's temper finally breaks.

“Thirty then.” The judge smiles at the outburst. “Red Monika I find you guilty of **** and theft. I hereby sentence you to be turned over for **** inspection and processing, then you will be whipped on your bare backside thirty times, after which you will be sold into slavery for eight weeks.”