The duty officer takes your statement. An hour later, Officer Tir Wu arrives and identifies you. She came in when she was off duty to make sure they'd apprehended the right person. You're officially arrested and charged, you'll be held until the magister hears your case and judges your sentence. The guards refuse to release any information about Dash.
Then you are put in Middle Ring Prison. Asked to strip down, a female guard scrubs down your body for lice and other skin-borne diseases and hands you a simple top and pants, no sandals. You're taken to a common room of smooth stone, told that bender guards are just outside.
Inside are three other women, all sleeping. One is a girl your age, her face a mask of bruises. The second is older, reminds you of Hua Tsin, sans nobility, but even in sleep, her pinched face has that same streak of pettiness. The last is a woman probably a bit older than you, lean, composed, her hair cut into a bob, a myriad of colorful tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of her shirt. It is probably four in the morning.