Yes, Monika gets arrested.

“Great, now call out for the guards.” Monika whispers.

“What?” The bewildered clerk responds.

Standing up the bounty hunter exclaims in a loud voice, “Fuck you!” Then again whispers with intent, “The guards!” When he is again slow to respond Monika slaps him hard across his face. His sudden glare of anger, instead of the tears she expected, takes the fiery redhead a bit by surprise.

“Guards!” He finally orders. “Bartender, get the watch!”

Monika smiles and rewards her accomplice with a left cross to his chin which sends him toppling, though it doesn't knock him out. “The geek is tougher than I thought.” She muses. Knowing that all eyes are on her, the bounty hunter slips the coin pouch inside her halter top, a move that every man in the room watches with intention, before she runs out of the bar.

The Undercity's town watch are competent, but no match for adventuress' evasion skills. Finding the chase always exhilarating and a bit arousing, Monika plays with them for over an hour, until she remembers her purpose is actually to get caught this time.

Stopping near a dead end alleyway Monika waits with a strange mixture of feelings; anger for letting the law win, concern that the clerk keep his end of the bargain and a strange tawdry excitement about being caught. “Damn it.” she swears to herself, realizing she won't be able to masturbate after this chase, which is her usual habit after eluding a pursuer.

“Stop there!” A man's voice awakens the redhead from her illicit thoughts. Two guardsmen are running towards her. Dashing into the alley Monika waits until they turn the corner before she tosses the wallet in a crate and then vainly attempts to open a clearly padlocked door.

“Stop there or we will shoot!” One guard orders.

“Alright, I give up.” Monika raises her hands and surrenders.

“This has to be the woman from the tavern.” One watchman calmly states as he handcuffs Red Monika.

“Yeah, a redhead with a rack, there's no doubt.” The other, a sergeant, chuckles as he fishes out the purse from the crate. “Typical slut, all boobs and no brains.” He gloats quite pleased with his detective skills. Pulling out the clerk's ID papers and seeing all the coin he grins, “You picked the wrong city to fuck with, bitch.”