After sobbing for a while, Arya finally calmed down and dried her tears with her shirt's tattered and dirty sleeve before pulling herself up and climbing to her feet. In the process, she had smeared the baker's seed all over her face, but she didn't care. She was too focused on getting her promised reward.

Exiting the alleyway, she made her way over to the baker's stall and stopped a few feet from the baker's stall, waiting impatiently for the man to finish with his customer and turn to her. Finally, after purchasing his bread, the man turned and was about to leave when he caught a good glimpse of Arya's freshly soiled face and hair and smirked.

He walked up to her, holding out a handful of coppers, and said something in Braavosi. Arya had no clue what he said and stood there mute when the baker spoke up. "He said, if you use your mouth on him, you can have the money, cunt." He snapped with a shake of his head.

Indignant, Arya opened her mouth to protest when she got a look at the money in the strange man's hand. It was twice what she had made after a whole week of begging. Arya wanted to refuse. She wanted to tell him that she was not a whore and then to stab him with Needle. She wanted to do a lot of things, but none of them would help her to survive.

Begging for food and coin wasn't getting her anywhere at all. In fact, she was only getting weaker as time went by. If she wanted to stay alive, she knew she would have to try something else to get food and coin. If she weren't so dehydrated and hungry, she would have cried again at the unfairness of it all. Instead, she looked up at the stranger and nodded slowly, motioning for him to follow her back into the alleyway near the docks where she had pleasured the baker less than half an hour before.

When they reached the alley, Ayra knelt on the muddy ground and took a deep breath as she prepared herself for the ultimate disgrace. She was going to sell her body for a handful of coins. She had only made it this far by telling herself that she was doing this for food, water, and nothing else. That she was simply trying to survive until she could find a way out of this wretched and humiliating state in which she found herself.

Now she didn't even have that lie to reassure herself anymore. She had nothing left to convince her that she still deserved to be a lady of Winterfell and daughter of Eddard Stark. What would her parents think of her now? Would they still love her? Would her father still call her his wild little wolf and smile as he ruffled her hair and sent her on her way after catching her in her latest bit of mischief? Would he even recognize her despite the degradation to which she had been reduced?

She didn't think so. She was no longer her father's little girl. Now she was just a whore. Just a hole for men to shove their cocks inside. Pushing these thoughts aside and gradually resigning herself to her fate, she looked up at the man as he came to a stop in front of her and felt something break inside her. She realized that she couldn't worry about honor right now. Survival was all that mattered.

Looking up at the man, she felt her stomach churn. He was even more ugly than the baker. His dirty, matted hair and beard framed a fat face. When he spoke, he revealed rotten yellow teeth as he told her to get on with it already. The man smelled like he had never taken a bath in his life, his hands and hairy arms covered in the mire he toiled in day after day.

Arya took a deep breath and shuddered as she unlaced the man's breeches, tugging them down and freeing his cock. It was a stubby little thing hanging down underneath his massive gut. It couldn't have been more than two or three inches long. It was covered in coarse, matted pubic hair. The slit on the end winked at her, leaking a clear fluid. Arya choked back the bile that threatened to erupt from her mouth.

Losing patience, the obese dirty man grabbed her roughly by the head and shoved her head against his groin. Arya closed her eyes and enveloped the man's cock in her mouth, sucking it softly between her chapped lips. Her tongue teased and swiped against the head as his hands tangled in her dark hair. His hips bucked against her now defiled face as he panted and moaned.

"That's it, you little slut. Suck me off with your little whore mouth, cunt." He said in fractured common tongue. His Braavosi accent mangled the words, but she was able to discern what he was saying with a bit of effort. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that he was right. Arya Stark of Winterfell was gone. She was just another whore now. Just another hole for total strangers to shove their dicks inside in exchange for a few coins.

The man didn't last much longer before his rough hands gripped her head, trying to force more of himself into her mouth as she struggled to breathe with her face buried in his matted pubic hair. His seed spurted onto her tongue, and she forced herself to swallow it all. The man finally let her go, and she fell back on her heels, trying to catch her breath. The man towering over her regained his breath and tossed the coins at her feet before bending down to pull up his trousers and lacing them up.

"That was good, slut. I'll see you again tomorrow." He grunted as he walked away.

Arya watched him walk away, shame battling with acceptance and resignation as she scooped up the coins and stuffed them inside of her clothes. She had whored herself out for five measly coppers, but it was worth it. Then standing, she returned to the baker on the docks. He still owed her that bread and water, after all.

To Be Continued.