The royal guards march a woman through the large double doors by the tops of her arms, her struggling dying out as her eyes flick up to look at you on your raised throne. She swallows nervously and attempts a smile.

“It— uh… It wasn’t me who took the gold! I’m but a simple girl, is all!” she tries with a breathy laugh, her blonde hair a bit messy and her face warm from the struggle she must’ve given.

She was the so called ‘Empire’s weasel’ by the locals. She was slippery and cunning, always managing to steal from the royal palaces as well as from the public scene. She always got away using her charm and skill—no amount of bounty hunters being able to catch her.

But now, you have her… and she isn’t at all how you expected her to look. A pretty face, soft features apart from her pointed ears, with a body lean and slim under the clearly cheap dress. She looks nothing like the poor yet skilful criminal.

The royal guards, faces covered in robes of dark purple and black, force her down onto her knees in front of you, holding her in place to await your orders, their bladed staffs standing upright beside them.

What will you do with her?