Arya was hungry, penniless, and tired in Braavos. She was also alone. Previously she always had a companion, like Gendry, the Brotherhood Without Banners, or the Hound. But they weren't with her anymore. One by one, they had abandoned her. She was left entirely alone, a vulnerable young girl, to fend for herself in a world with pity. As a last resort, she had come to Braavos to join the faceless men, but they were unimpressed by her and her skills and sent her away. She was lost, forgotten, without any allies.

Arya had no coppers, silver or gold; all she had were the rags on her back (that the faceless men had given her before they kicked her out) and Needle. She was in a strange city and often got lost. She could not communicate with the locals, so she often stayed near Ragman's Harbor, where the occasional foreigner spoke the common tongue.

After leaving the House of Black and White, Arya had to resort to begging for food and coin. However, she had little success with begging. In her three days of begging, Arya had only made a few coppers. The hunger was the hardest part. She could not afford any food, not with the few measly coppers she possessed. She had even tried to catch birds and rats, but it was difficult to run after anything in Braavos as one slip, and you might fall into the canals.

After three days of not eating anything, Arya was getting desperate, her hunger was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting weaker. Unless she found a way to survive and fast, the last of her strength would fade, and she would be lost. While begging at the docks, she eyed a baker selling bread with the most delicious smell. A mouth began to water, and she could not take her eyes off them.

She decided to go up to him and beg the baker for some bread. She walked in front of the shop. She was thinking of what to say when the baker grimaced at her and began to shout in Braavosi; when he saw that she did not understand, he spoke in the common tongue, "What do you want, beggar," he roared.

"Please, could you spare a piece of bread?" Arya begged meekly.

"Go away. I don't have the patience for beggars. Go away before I call the guards," he snapped angrily.

"Please, sir, I haven't eaten in five days, perhaps… if there's some work that needs to be done, I could do it for you," She pleaded, becoming quite desperate now. This man was her last hope.

The baker looked more irritated until he saw the sword on Arya's hip, "That's a fine sword you have. Where did a beggar get steel like that? I'd sell loaves of bread for that."

For a moment, Arya's face lit up, but then she realized what he had said. She gripped her sword tightly, refusing to part with the last link to her old life, and said, "No, not that I… I can't sell that."

"Then go away, now!" the baker shouted at her.

Desperate and fighting back the tears she refused to show, she got on her knees and begged, "Please, sir, I'll do anything else for it."

The baker gave her a disgusting look, then stared at her until he grinned, "Fine lass. If you use that pretty mouth for me, I'll give you something to eat," he used one hand to gesture to his crotch.

"Wha… no… I mean uh…," She stuttered, searching for something else, anything else that she could offer him, but he dashed her hopes with his following words.

"Or else forget about getting any food." He said with a lecherous laugh.

Arya couldn't, and she wouldn't do that. She was a Stark of Winterfell, a daughter of Eddard Stark. She couldn't act like a common whore. But she was so hungry, and the bread looked so tasty. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it had been so long since she had eaten. "O… ok, but I want an entire loaf and some water too." The baker laughed, "Fine. Follow me, girl."

He led her to a small empty alleyway near the docks. They walked to the middle of it until the baker turned around. "Well, aren't you going to get to it then," he said as he pushed her onto her knees.

Arya was facing the man's crotch. She took a deep breath and used her left hand to undo his breeches slowly, trying to resist the urge to vomit as she did so. The smell from his body made her want to retch; he probably hadn't washed in a long time. She was slow, only using one hand, and was always hesitant.

"Are you dim-witted and a whore?" He impatiently snapped as he used his big hands to pull down his breeches.

"I'm not a whore," She told herself repeatedly in her head. "Just desperate and hungry."

As his cock came out, Arya flinched back, eyes wide open. It was the first cock she had seen so close. It was erect, pink, and around 5 inches and as wide as the bigger end of a carrot. She did not know if it was bigger or smaller than most cocks.

Arya knew he would get angry again, so she closed her eyes and swallowed the tip. It tasted strange and salty. She circled the end with her tongue. "That's it slut," he moaned as he used his hand to pull Arya's face down his length.

Arya shook as she adjusted to the entirety of his member in her mouth. It was hairy and smelled terrible. The taste was even worse, and she struggled not to gag. But she endured. She began going up and down the cock. It was sloppy, and saliva fell to the ground, but the baker seemed satisfied with it.

She pulled out to breathe while she jerked it off with her left hand. She licked the underside of the member and then a bigger stroke from his balls to his tip.

Arya retook the penis into her mouth. While going up and down, the man placed his hands at the back of her head and shoved her face into his groin. Arya could not breathe the cock was choking her, and her nose was pressed up against his groin.

The cock began to twitch. "You said you were hungry; now eat it whore," the baker said as he released his seed into the little girl's mouth. Arya began coughing onto the cock. She couldn't pull out, so she had no choice but to swallow.

Not until every bit was swallowed did he let her go. Arya spent a good few minutes just regaining her breath. "You shouldn't have done that," she told him. "Bitch, other people are gonna make you do much worse."

"Now give me the bread and water," she reminded him.

They returned to the baker's shop, where he grabbed a piece of bread, a tiny cup of water and gave it to her. "But you promised me an entire loaf," Arya retorted. "Be glad I gave you anything. You were sloppy and drooled like a pig. Now go away cunt, you're scaring off the customers."

Arya left angrily embarrassed, but that was soon overshadowed by finally satisfying her hunger. She wondered if prostitution was the only option she had left. "No! I am a lady of Winterfell. That was a desperate last measure, and I will not lower myself to that again."

To Be Continued…?