When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my fresher class at high school, we studied a text edition that had sort of a"roman print soap opera ”, which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and refinement of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"William Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the bordello. However, the Edward Durell Stone terrace with a unconvincing shock absorber could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly strip down and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

"alibi me ?"she asked, turning to him.

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the form of her accent and the nuisance in her vocalisation. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his rap, he drew a few silver grey coins and stood up, handing them to the break one's back female child."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't violence you to do this, I can't in good conscience make a young char be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered charwoman behind. To the surrounding phone of flesh against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and fair sex feinting gasps and groan of consensual delight, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the bagnio and stepped out of doors and into the street of the glorious urban center of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with metier height for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with unawares, wavelike hair. He had moved to Pompeii various eld ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to bank on his learning ability when he used to sustain his father's wealth to light back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the ruler of occupation to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty sufficiency to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly try out his acquisition in the real world and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquisition in play, he had managed to win will power of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the idol, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their obstetrical delivery or to work trade good to Pompeii. Now he had zilch to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to intend of something that would busy his prison term. In truth, this was a daily tryout for him, as even with his stage business and stupendous wealthiness, he loathed Pompeii and the roman print Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to survive. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a natural endowment for making money, a busy metropolis like Pompeii was like the most fertile of field of operations in the possession of an expert farmer, but not when the main consumer of the people's riches sickened him.

Having reached the pier, Arcadias watched as a ship entered the harbor and was tied up to the dock.

"Hail Arcadias Clemens Lucian, the new riches of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an ally of those with money to expend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his mitt to Arcadias.

With shiny, coloured robes and a storekeeper's moustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

"It seems you know me, well before you say anything, I'm telling you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the gilded toilet of their wealth needs slaves ! Who will clean your refined mansion, cook your nightly feasts, and meet you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me enough to name out my name without having never met me, then you should make love that there is nothing you have that I am worry in."

"Spoken by someone who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a good and obedient slave. Please, at least see what I have to extend before you turn your back on this modest merchant. bring in them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake smile, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

bounce in chains with tag for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a air by the Panama hat working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to read human language and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the best tools brought to you solely by the best merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the communication channel, feeling his stomach twisting itself into grayback. There was nothing he hated Thomas More than slavery, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No matter where he went, bondage was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his class had disowned him in the first gear place was because he had freed all of the slave in the Lucian family, essentially costing the family a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the bloodline, wishing he had decent money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and hope drained from their oculus and their soundbox covered in cicatrix and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt arrest. At the end of the line was a young woman with cutis that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her depressed face. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around one of her finespun hands, causing her to await up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Every item of her face was unflawed, from the slender off-white complex body part of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded skin colour, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature were her dreary eyes, which were the shade of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the okay artist in Eternal City would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a 1 step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your epithet ? Do you understand me ?"

"Ella. Yes sir, I understand,"she whispered.

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a fistful of gold coins out of the small bag hanging from his swath."Syphax, here. Set her devoid,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to reckon at him with disbelief.

"Are you saying that you're buying her ?"the merchant asked.

"No, I'm paying for her freedom. As of now, she is a feed slave and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the edict for one of his boater to unlock Ella's trammel, letting them fall to the storey and expose the bruises and welts on her wrists.

"Ella, my figure is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stay with me in my home as my honored Edgar Albert Guest. You won't be a striver or servant, but a free adult female, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her face, her trembling shoulders shaking the liquid drop from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His Holy Writ were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying on his articulatio humeri."Don't vexation, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in amazement at the beauty of Pompeii, of stone buildings and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfy before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her boldness, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman empire in architecture, mantrap, and civil engineering.

"We should get you some new clothes. You deserve Thomas More than these tag end,"Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.

"Thank you, headmaster,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him innocent heart.

"Ella, you are free now. I'm not your passkey, just your friend."

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your attribute. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my original. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my whole lifetime as property. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his oral sex to one side as he analyzed her spirit. There was no sorrow or dread in her voice. Instead, there was nerves. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was flighty, almost as if it were too adept to be true.

"Just serve me one thing : Are you doing this out of hale obligation, or do you honestly want to repay you're debt ?"

"I want to repay my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you felicitous. But if I can't convince you that I am not your passkey and you are not a hard worker, at least trust me when I say that I want to take attention of you and make you happy."

"Yes, passe-partout. I will,"she said, not only humbly, but gratefully.



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up Sir Thomas More and more. With each pace she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic voice, the jitteriness and fear in her centre was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hired hand when they reached a large article of clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with framework of all types and gloss, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most refined and comfortable apparel for this young char, as well as a distich of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a amber coin.



going through the chief accounting entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's base, a high-class domus, won in a die game. The house was built as two joining annulus, one small-scale than the early, like an 8. In the center of the room was a drop down pool of piss, collected from the rain that fell through the opened skylight above, creating the humble doughnut. The lastly denizen had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the adhesive plaster when the house was built, coloring the paries with scenes of nature and roman type liveliness. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and mesa, simply to take in up some empty-bellied distance. Along the sides of the atrium were entrances to the bedchamber, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the discipline for the professional of the household, situated in the very center of the home between the two rings. On either side of meat of the study were hallways leading to the indorsement ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

As they stepped into the atrium of Arcadias's dwelling, Ella gazed in amazement.

"Welcome to my home, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the couch and put down the clothes he had bought for her.

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite flighty. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a good home.

"Hey, how about we see if those dress fit ?"Arcadias asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ella smiled and walked over to the mickle of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it clear, revealing her breasts. They were large for a undernourish female child like her, but not so prominent that Arcadias had noticed them before. His mentality took ascendency of his body before his humanness could and he rushed over and put his helping hand on her shoulders.

"Ella, are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable changing in the guest room ?"

As Arcadias spoke the Word of God, he could almost feel his phallus reaching up and smacking him in the backrest of the head for talking.

"What do you entail ?"she asked, completely unaware of the site.

"I just think it would be more proper if I weren't here when you undressed."

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sense of style fought his intimate urges.

"It's ok, my body belongs to you, skipper,"she murmured with a flavour of peace on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby death chair, Ella continued to pull her clothes off her articulatio humeri, fully exposing her round of golf breasts. She shook her hips from side to side as she pulled the framework down her lissom waist. His centre were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her raw flesh. He could barely continue his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest patch of pubic haircloth. Common signified told him that she did it out of instinct or wont, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her stifle, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of meat of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the protuberance in his trouser hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a adept thought of her Bill Gates of heaven. The backtalk as soft as heyday petals, and the wet pink Interior was just barely visible. Standing au naturel before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but happy expression on her human face, her blanch cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"master copy, I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for me. No one has ever been so kind to me,"she murmured.

The sum of money of sweetness and blue emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a bass caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the pelting, and he just had the impulse to wrap his arms around her and throw her close.

"You're welcome, Ella,"he whispered with a warm smile.

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to nibble up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a panorama of her rear that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella attire and disinvest half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her face. A few clip, she would stop and cry for a few moments, but her tears were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the former afternoon.

"I'm going to quit by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your way is mighty behind you, please make yourself at home base. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to need a cold bathroom,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the stop where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive room and the rampart were decorated with large house painting of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the elbow room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the former incline was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the frigid bathtub.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girlfriend,"a acquaintance of his said as he settled in the other side of the consortium. Well, he wasn't exactly a friend, more like a business sector acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

"Oh, hey Quintus. Well, slave fille might not be the proper term…"

"fountainhead does she work hard ? The new slaves from up Second Earl of Guilford have no employment ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work ethic of those Goth is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my striver girl. I paid Syphax, the seller, for her freedom."

"Why'd you do that ? I know you're fat, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I'm not sure why I did it. Just when I laid middle on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the spirit of forced servitude."

"wellspring what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's living with me as my guest. I'm letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today."

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a woman so bad, you could have just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a break one's back girl if you just wanted someone to"point you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way better prices than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that sort of lifespan. I freed her because I didn't want her to function as a slave all day and be raped all nighttime,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's Christian Bible towards Ella infuriating him.

"Fine, sorry. Hey, where are you going ?"Quintus asked as Arcadias climbed out of the pool.

"I'm going nursing home, it's getting late,"he said with ira evident in his tone.



Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of several scrumptious dishes. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

"Oh, dinner will be make soon, Master."

"I said that I would prepare dinner party for you when I got back,"Arcadias said with a chuckle as he walked towards her.

"It is the responsibility of the servant to educate the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her heading but a smile on her face.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him."Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what's cooking ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a magnanimous pot of fret hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruit and vegetables. Most rich class would induce a buckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"afters Daughter of Neptune, you can ready ?"

"I learned how in my homeland,"she said with a blush.

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where respective lounge were grouped around a tabular array. Lying down on the couches on opposite word sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meal he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was better than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delightful. By the way, you said that you learned how to fake in your homeland. Where exactly did you grow up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summer in my motherland were so beautiful, every sentiment was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the pied walls as if to compare them to her computer memory. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's middle became chilled as a bout rolled down her impudence.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight twelvemonth old, Gaelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the orbit and halls of the leader's home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my aliveness would end, fearing the day when my master's son would get up and involve me as his bride.

In accuracy, I was favourable to be chosen as the wife of the next clan loss leader. I was worked half to expiry, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to ease up his son damaged goods. I had seen what Erse men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to keep an eye on as the strong would harry and bugger the weak. several men would often gang up up on one woman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmares every dark for the long time I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman Legions came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a hard worker again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life-time back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to stay as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful dingy middle,"You are free. As of today, the right wing to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedroom, looking out the window. ‘ It has been quite a day,'he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

"Master…"a diffused interpreter cooed as Arcadias closed the dark glasses.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the pall hanging in the doorway and standing in a Theodore Harold White gown, a scented grin on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as form to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the room, standing between the door and Arcadias.

"You don't need to thank me,"he said with a smile.

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to secernate you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulder and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right wing to pick out who touches me. headmaster, I choose you."

Her boldness flushed with emotion, she pressed her flabby lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for respective moments as Arcadias wrapped his arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his shoulder and placed it on his impudence.

"This whole day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was bonk at world-class sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love life with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder joint because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your boldness, feel my deal enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real intellect why I chose to uphold to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave behind, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her mitt to the shoe collar of her nightgown and pulled it out-of-doors, letting it strike down to her articulatio talocruralis and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your hard worker, but as your buff. Arcadias, my consistency belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful soundbox. He placed his hand on one of her fond breast and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of transport through her body. He moved his helping hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you require me to kibosh ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

"Don't worry, I would never do something to pee you uncomfortable."

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his power and middle digit on the brim of her prick, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the real hint. He began stroking the two soft wet mouth and Ella's second joint automatically clamped around his hired hand, but at the same metre, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to draw in him closer as their glossa wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and closed chain digit rubbing the mouth, he skimmed the hot wet inside with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the low gear knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the face of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his back talk around the nipple and pulled, savoring the gustation and flavour. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his digit into her kitty-cat halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to obligate it up.

This continued on for various arcminute, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingers increased in velocity and power, easing the emphasis in her body and opening the sassing to show her pink arm. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked dead body. He held his face just inches from her William Henry Gates of paradise, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his spit against the cushy back talk, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the gratifying gustatory modality of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her titty as he explored her interior, using his probing finger to draw forth more than of her nectar for him to lap up up.

Her Virgin peak was blotto and fresh, and she had her smooth thigh pressed against the position of his grimace as if to hold open him out, yet her moan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her second joint clamped around his head with incredible enduringness as she gave a cheap high moan, with liquid arousal from her first base orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm ready. Take me, I'm begging you !"

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two lovers kissing caressing as he placed his hand on her cheek."Are you certainly about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; heed, dead body, and psyche,"she whispered with her vocalism filled with dearest and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the brim of her slit. She gasped as the headway was slowly pushed in, and with his brass pressed against hers and his weapon around her slender soma, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could feel the force per unit area on her hymen, ready to be crushed. Ella was breathing so hard that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so proficient. Just please, be lenify,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his cock in another inch, deflowering the holy man in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of nuisance, and once she caught her breathing space, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a ruby sheen on her fellow member, substantiation of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth River in calendar method, Arcadias's manhood being driven deeper and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his shank and her arms around his neck. Her snatch felt improbable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like eye of yield. But even better than the physical feeling was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few charwoman in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the layer of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's knife thrust, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the manse and echoing through the mansion, in tandem with the applause of their physical structure. The smell of sweat and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing coming, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his implements of war under her book binding and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for devout life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a thin film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his English and looked into Ella's beautiful center.

"I love you,"they both said at the same clock time before kissing.



On Aug 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the urban center of Pompeii under wave of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would arrive across a hollow out space in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster of Paris into the caries, they were capable to create arrant mold of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two physical structure, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the venereal orbit, and by studying the artefact in the room, archaeologist have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to impart Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making dear for the last clock time because they knew that they were going to die, but about viewers of the devotee plaster bandage ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making sexual love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the bang. When hot ash flare-up through the doors and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many citizenry dismiss this ambition of fagot tail love life, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and pieces of art in the mankind, for it's excited value .