You are not that important

The division of spoils is run by a clerk in the Lord Marshal's retinue according to long established rules of plunder. The Lord High Marshal is the first to make his selection and he chooses one of the prettiest of the unmarried maidens, a long-legged beauty with big eyes who meekly accepts his hand and allows him to lift her from her knees and lead her to the table overlooking the scene. One by one, other high officers selected by some arcane system that you cannot even begin to understand, are called forward to claim their prizes. The system is briefly delayed as a few of the fathers and husbands of the victims take offense at how the young women are displayed and probed, but after the second of these outraged men is tossed from the heights of the mighty Citadel the rest of the captured aristocracy are much more subdued. Relia though is getting more and more excited as she sees the officer's making their choices.

"Oh goddess, look at that one." She moans as one of the younger teens is pulled from her mother's arms by a war-captain of Heliopolis nearly twice her age. "I bet she never thought she'd end up with a warrior like that as her master."

As you suspected, the white-clad priestesses of Athena are among the first to be chosen. Although older than most of the other kneeling women, these women had been selected years before by their churches as much for their looks as their wisdom. Spared the burden of childbirth and hard labor, those lovely young teens had had matured like fine wines into exquisite beauties, only now to be sampled by men. After the forty or so elite war captains have each selected one of the lovely kneeling captives, and then the forty hoplites from Apollopol who were sent to 'guard' the prisoners had their choice, the best of the prizes are gone.

You and Relia watch with interest as the beautiful women are groped, fondled and pinched until every inch of their flesh has been appraised and assessed by their new masters and when the final warrior has made his selection, there is not much left for you to pick from. The twins that had caught Relia's eyes were long gone, as were all of the ones that you had been considering. You sense Relia's disappointment when a clerk informs you that it is your turn to claim a prize; a dozen old, fat or just plain women look up at you numbly - none of these are what she or you had hoped for.

"Korban, you're not going to get any of these?" She whispers as more and more women are led away, "After you warned the Lord Marshal in the first place!"

Unlike Lady Relia however, you are not overly disappointed that the collection of exquisitely beautiful noblewomen has been exhausted by the time you are given a chance to claim another prize. After all you've already plucked one of the city's finest roses. Instead of settling for one of the heavily powdered matriarchs in the second group of women, many of whom were old enough to be grandmothers or otherwise severely flawed you decide to defer your choice until the rooms below in the hollowed out citadel are examined.

"Patience, my eager little lover." You pull Relia back against you, pressing her soft body against yours. "There are others down below. Not noblewomen," you explain before she launches into the diatribe you know is bubbling just below her calm veneer. "but women well worth waiting for. Look around Relia, all those noblewomen will have ladies-in-waiting to dress and bathe them, and the powerful Lords of the city have their favorite sex-slaves tucked away somewhere. I'm guessing that they are still in the rooms below, I'll take my chances with one of them."

It is a bit of a gamble, because even if these dried-out matrons are not worth bedding, they are still some of the wealthiest and most powerful women in the city and might well be redeemed for a healthy sum when they are eventually paraded to the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. While lacking the impeccable breeding of the young women who are currently struggling in the strong arms of their captors, the serving girls and pleasure slaves will be young and beautiful and far less likely to put up a fight when you undress them and lead them to your bed.