Ponder your options.

You sit on a wooden cot in a tiny prison cell; your arms still chained behind you. To this bondage the guards have also added a collar around your neck which is attached to the cell wall, which barely allows you to lie down.

You try to focus on ways of escaping, not wanting to think about the implications of the judge's sentence. You knew that your punishment would be severe if ever caught; jail time and probably a huge fine you thought, but slavery and a flogging? Only the worse criminals are whipped. Besides, you have never heard of a woman being sentenced to a flogging. You mutter an audible "Damn" as you realize you might be the first one.

Though you are confident of your resolve, you have seen what the whip can do to those who taste its harsh sting. You remember being amused and aroused at the sight of strong and powerful men being broken by the lash, never thinking you yourself might taste it one day, and in public.

But your sentence is not just a mere judicial punishment, but also a pornographic spectacle for the amused of the sadistic judge and a royalist mob. A cold chill runs down your spine. You have always used your devastating good looks to get you out of trouble, but know they have only encouraged your tormenters.