Arya saw her first Cyberpunk woman when the Royal Train entered King's Landing.

She had heard the stories, even seen a few of the wonderful wonderful tools and weapons from Night City, and there were even men with chrome augmentations among the Royal Train when the King came to Winterfell, but they were not Cyberpunks - those who told the world go bugger itself while they made of themselves however they liked no matter what anyone else said.

Her mother or sister would have dismissed her as some manner of exotic prostitute, with how tight her clothes were and how much leg she was showing.

But Arya could have sworn she made eye contact with the Cyberpunk woman with multicolored pastel hair - and found a gaze that wouldn't have been out of place on her direwolf, Nymeria.

That was the memory stuck in Arya's mind when she slipped outside the walls of the Red Keep and made a beeline for the Chrome Corner.

The Corner was substantially larger now than the small complex where the Night City Corporations had first set up shop for which it was named, as they had been ruthless in expanding their foothold by continuously buying out the surrounding hovels, homes and shops.

The King and the Small Council had been forced to directly intervene to prevent them from just buying up all of Flea Bottom and set hard boundaries to both the extent of their influence in the city, and the height of their buildings.

After all, the King couldn't tolerate them building a bigger tower than the Red Keep within his own city, no matter how much money they were pouring into his coffers.

Even so, the Corporations had spared little expense in making plain the difference between Chrome Corner and the rest of King's Landing, even crossing into it on the ground level as Arya did.

Narrow streets of cobblestone or even mud were replaced with a black stone called asphalt, buildings of wood, brick, and stone with concrete, steel, and even glass!

Oh, and the lights!

All of the colors of the rainbow could be seen everywhere she looked, in shades and hues she had never seen before, forming signs for shops, signals and directions on the very streets she walked, even on the clothing the people around her were wearing!

Speaking of which, Arya looked about her and saw many different kinds of people.

The City Watch stood out even more than in the regular city, with how simultaneously bright and dull their gold cloaks looked in comparison to the light-festooned city about them, alongside how they were carrying guns while patrolling here.

A man and a woman walking together, both wearing red visors and sharply clean black suits - probably direct employees of one of the Night City Corporations.

A family of six carrying what few belongings they had while being ushered into a building alike to stacked cordwood by a politely smiling and wholesomely dressed woman.

"Hey kid, you lost?"

Arya spun around at the sudden voice, and looked up to seeher.

She was glorious to behold up close and personal in Arya's opinion.

From the strange half-coat and short pants to the legless bodice and thin stockings(?), her exposed thighs and collarbone to the makeup on her eyes and lips, on anyone else these would have marked the wearer as a slut or mere deviant.

But this woman wore it all powerfully with complete confidence and dignity in herself, daring anyone to underestimate her so that she can make them pay.

The woman's amethyst eyes then flashed gold, startling Arya.

"Ah," the woman tilted her head up. "You're one of the Starks I've heard so much about."

Arya drew a gasp of air. "It's true."

The woman arched an eyebrow. "What is?"

"That Cyberpunks can see people's names above their heads," Arya murmured in awe.

The woman's stoic demeanor broke with a snort, followed by a lighthearted laugh.

Arya blushed in embarrassment. "Stop that! It's bad enough my sister mocks me because I want to be a Cyberpunk, I don't want the first real Cyberpunk I've met laughing at me too!"

The woman waved her hand in front of her as she collected herself. "Sorry kid, it's not you. But the way you said that, like I was performing some kind of magic trick? It was cute."

Arya was fairly sure her blush reached her toes. She pointed her finger accusingly: "You have no right to call me cute!"

"Why not?" The woman bent to her eye level. "Are you saying you're not cute?"

Arya opened her mouth to deny it, but all the memories of being called 'horseface' by her sister came to the forefront of her mind.

The woman noticed, letting concern take the place of levity on her face. "Something wrong kid?"

Arya shook her head. "No, nothing. Just haven't been called pretty before. N-not that I care!" She puffed.

The woman smiled again. "Okay." She straightened up. "In any case, kid, what are you doing here in Chrome Corner all by yourself? Don't you know how dangerous this place is for a kid wandering around all by herself?"

Arya bravely smiled with her hands on her hips. "I'm a Lord's daughter, and I can run faster in tight places than anyone."

The woman's voice came out as cold as her father's harshest words: "You can't outrun a bullet, there are people here who don't give a fuck that your father is Hand of the King, and those who do would use you to make your family's life miserable."

Arya's smile fell as horror set in.

The woman loomed over her like the Stranger himself. "You could have gotten yourself killed, and all for what? To satisfy your curiosity? Did you ever think about that?"

Arya looked downcast. "No."

The woman sighed. "In any case, let's get you home before somebody else comes for you."

Aryalooked around. "But you're the only person who knows I'm here."

The woman walked around behind her and began lightly directing her towards the Red Keep, away from Chrome Corner. "Trust me on this, kid. Somebody's always watching in this city, especially in Chrome Corner."

Arya swallowed nervously.

"You'llneed to be more careful when you come back."

Arya's heart lifted at that. "Will I get to see you again?"

The woman grinned wolfishly. "Sure, I'll give you the grand tour the next time we meet, kid."

Arya smiled back. "You do know my name, you can call me Arya."

The woman smirked. "Alright, Arya. And if we're gonna be friends, then you can call me Lucy."

Arya felt that they were gonna be good friends indeed.