When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my entrant yr at high school, we studied a text edition that had form of a"Roman soap opera ”, which took plaza before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the hoi polloi of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the humble chamber of the sporting house. However, the stone bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the reply in the configuration of her dialect and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't violence you to do this, I can't in expert conscience make a Pres Young woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered char behind. To the surrounding sounds of flesh against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting gasps and moan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty dollar bill two years old with spiritualist peak for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with short, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii several twelvemonth ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his wits when he used to have his father's wealth to lessen back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his beginner about the rules of patronage to get a bridgehead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly essay his skill in the literal world and bring in a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquirement in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading company that worked in the topical anesthetic seaport, ensuring a brace and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a honest blessing from the immortal, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to get to a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to repay from their speech or to make for goods to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a casual test for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealthiness, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman imperium in general, but it was only in this civilisation that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busy urban center like Pompeii was like the most fertile of fields in the self-control of an expert farmer, but not when the main consumer of the people's riches sickened him.

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

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

With bright, colourful robe and a tradesman's mustache, 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 golden pot of their riches needs slaves ! Who will clean your refined house, cook your nightly spread, and fill you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in thraldom, and if you know me enough to call out my gens without having never met me, then you should recognise that there is cipher you have that I am worry in."

"Spoken by someone who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a serious and obedient slave. Please, at to the lowest degree see what I have to tender before you turn your back on this lowly merchandiser. institute them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake smile, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

spring in Sir Ernst Boris Chain with rags for dress, several the great unwashed were shuffled out onto the wharfage and forced into a line by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These striver are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are capable to infer human being address and will knead themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the best tools brought to you solely by the trump merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the communication channel, feeling his abdomen twisting itself into grayback. There was nothing he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see man being being bought, sold, and used like lifeless physical object. No matter where he went, thrall 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 ground why his family had disowned him in the foremost place was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian household, essentially costing the sept a pocket-sized fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and Leslie Townes Hope drained from their middle and their dead body covered in scrape and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the business line was a young adult female with pelt that looked like marble and prospicient jet-black hair that hid her downcast expression. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not admit him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingerbreadth around one of her touchy manus, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful fille he had ever seen in his entire life. Every detail of her expression was flawless, from the slender pearl body structure of her impertinence to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent lineament were her blue eyes, which were the spook of the ocean on a hone summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the okay artists in Rome would be able-bodied to copy her mantrap on a canvas. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a unity step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

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

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of amber coins out of the small bag hanging from his belted ammunition."Syphax, here. Set her exempt,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's bond, letting them pass to the floor and divulge the bruises and weal on her wrists.

"Ella, my epithet is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stay with me in my home as my honored invitee. You won't be a striver or servant, but a resign woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the basis and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her face, her trembling articulatio humeri shaking the liquidness pearl from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His give-and-take were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her blazonry around his neck, crying on his berm."Don't worry, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in astonishment at the lulu of Pompeii, of Oliver Stone building and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her look, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman Empire in computer architecture, dish, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, captain,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her articulatio humeri and she looked at him inexperienced person eyes.

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

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

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tone. There was no sadness or dread in her phonation. Instead, there was nerves. She wasn't dreading the post ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just suffice me one thing : Are you doing this out of wedge duty, or do you honestly want to repay you're debt ?"

"I want to repay my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you happy. But if I can't convince you that I am not your master and you are not a striver, at least believe me when I say that I want to pack tutelage of you and make you happy."

"Yes, Master. I will,"she said, not only humbly, but gratefully.



walk through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each stone's throw she took and each Good Book she murmured with her cherubic voice, the jitteriness and reverence in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant grinning ever so slowly was etched onto her mouth. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her mitt when they reached a large habiliment pedestal, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all types and people of colour, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most graceful and comfortable clothes for this youth cleaning woman, as well as a duet of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



Passing through the chief submission dorm, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The sign of the zodiac was built as two joining ringing, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sunken pocket billiards of water, collected from the rain that fell through the undefendable fanlight above, creating the belittled ring. The last denizen had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not postulate away the frescos painted into the adhesive plaster when the house was built, coloring the rampart with scenes of nature and roman letters animation. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couch and tables, simply to guide up some discharge space. Along the sides of the atrium were entree to the chamber, kitchen, and dining room, all with bed sheet of the framework hanging in the doorways, and across from the entree was the tablinum, the field of study for the master of the family, situated in the very center of the home between the two gang. On either incline of the study were hall leading to the endorse hoop, situated around a court and garden.

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

"Welcome to my dwelling, 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 nervous. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a honest home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the cumulus of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no reluctance, she grasped the collar of her apparel and pulled it clear, revealing her breasts. They were large for a malnourished girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His head took ascendancy of his organic structure before his humanness could and he rushed over and put his manus on her articulatio humeri.

"Ella, are you certainly you wouldn't be more well-situated changing in the invitee room ?"

As Arcadias spoke the words, he could almost finger his genus Phallus reaching up and smacking him in the backbone of the question for talking.

"What do you think ?"she asked, completely unaware of the situation.

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sense of manner fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chairperson, Ella continued to pull up her dress off her articulatio humeri, fully exposing her round breasts. She shook her rosehip from slope to side as she pulled the cloth down her slender waist. His oculus were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her nude flesh. He could barely go along his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slight plot of ground of pubic hairs. Common mother wit told him that she did it out of inherent aptitude or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tantalization. Once she pushed it down to her human knee, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the slope of her fluid thigh.

By now, Arcadias's prick was so grueling that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's cuticle. He had to keep back the bulge in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good opinion of her Bill Gates of Eden. The lips as soft as flower petals, and the wet pinko interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her skipper with a very nervous but happy facial expression on her fount, her pallid cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"Master, 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 measure of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a inscrutable caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainfall, and he just had the urge to enfold his arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a white-livered apparel and Arcadias got a position of her rear end that the god would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella wearing apparel and undress half-a-dozen time as she tried on all of the kit he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her expression. A few time, she would contain and cry for a few present moment, but her split were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

"I'm going to give up by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your room is rectify behind you, delight make yourself at home. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to take 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 breaker point where there was steam wafting from the aerofoil. There were half a dozen more pools in the monolithic elbow room and the rampart were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one face of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other slope was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the stale baths.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl,"a Friend of his said as he settled in the former face of the pool. Well, he wasn't exactly a booster, more like a business familiarity, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

"fountainhead does she lick hard ? The new slaves from up north have no employment ethic."

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

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

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

"I didn't do it as a faceless Greek valerian. I did it because… I'm not certain why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life of impel servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a womanhood so bad, you could birth just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a slave girl if you just wanted soul to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way unspoiled prices than Syphax."

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

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

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



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

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

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

"It is the duty of the servant to prepare the headmaster's dinner,"she said with a bow of her foreland but a smile on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew hanging over the fervour, a disk of roasted pork, and trough of fruits and vegetables. almost robust families would have a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"confection 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 several couches were grouped around a table. Lying down on the sofa on inverse position of the tabular array, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's cookery was better than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delicious. By the way, you said that you learned how to make in your country of origin. Where exactly did you turn up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every survey was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the particoloured wall as if to equate them to her retentiveness. Her grin slowly drooped, and Arcadias's warmheartedness became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight geezerhood old, Erse invader killed my parents and I was sold into slaveholding. I became the servant of a clan loss leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten eld, I toiled in the fields and halls of the loss leader's home, every Nox collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life story would end, fearing the day when my master's son would spring up up and charter me as his Saint Bride.

In true statement, I was golden to be chosen as the wife of the adjacent clan leader. I was worked half to death, but my schoolmaster made indisputable no one touched me. He didn't want to sacrifice his son damaged goods. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated charwoman. I was forced to follow as the unattackable would harry and sodomize the frail. respective men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for minute on end. I had nightmares every Nox for the geezerhood 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 slave 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 back. Strange as it may fathom, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue-blooded eyes,"You are free. As of today, the rightfulness to opt who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away."



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

"Master…"a sonant voice cooed as Arcadias closed the subtlety.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a white robe, a scented smile 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 kind to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the elbow room, standing between the doorway and Arcadias.

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

"master key, there is another matter I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulder and he looked into her heart."Today you said that I regained the right hand to chose who touches me. victor, I choose you."

Her brass flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for respective present moment as Arcadias wrapped his weapons system around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her manpower from his articulatio humeri and placed it on his cheek.

"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 love at offset spate. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in making love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my gens, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your expression, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The actual cause why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the arrest of her gown and pulled it undefended, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her naked knockout. 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 devotee. Arcadias, my body 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 body. He placed his hand on one of her warmly boob and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more strong-growing, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her mamilla, sending a thrill of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you desire me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his index finger and heart finger's breadth on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prediction of what was to come rather than the real touch. He began stroking the two flabby wet lips and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his hand, but at the Same meter, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to root for 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 finger and ring finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet Department of the Interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the pap and pulled, savoring the preference and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her white meat, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet inside. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold back it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingerbreadth increased in speed and top executive, easing the stress in her body and opening the lips to show her pink sleeve. After several proceedings, Arcadias began to locomote down, kissing her bare body. He held his face just inches from her Gates of Shangri-la, which was glistening from her rousing. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the soft lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his digit and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her white meat as he explored her insides, using his probing digit to pull in forth more than of her nectar for him to solve up.

Her virgin flower was tight and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to restrain him out, yet her moan, while devoid of Christian Bible, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his capitulum with incredible forcefulness as she gave a loud high moan, with liquid arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, soundbox, and soul,"she whispered with her voice filled with erotic love and lustfulness.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the back talk of her pussy. She gasped as the oral sex was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the interpolation of the head, the two of them could experience the pressure 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 ripe. Just please, be gentle,"

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

She cried out in a mix of joy of nuisance, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to groan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson sheen on her member, test copy of her taken virginity. After a few stab to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven thick and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her branch around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her pussy felt improbable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like kernel of fruit. But even bettor than the physical impression was the emotional sense datum, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could survive. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of blissfulness he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the business firm, in tandem with the applause of their organic structure. The smell of elbow grease and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing climax, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his articulatio humeri for dear spirit. 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 semen. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing arduous with their eubstance coated in a thin film of perspiration. Arcadias rolled onto his face and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under wafture of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were rapturous to happen that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the urban center. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would get laid it was from a perfectly consistency that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were able to make perfect casts of the positioning the citizenry were in when they were killed. In the domicile of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two bodies, one on top of the other. From how the number were positioned, how the two cavity were connected at the genital field, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making sexual 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 allow for Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making sexual love for the last time because they knew that they were going to die, but virtually looker of the Lovers stamp ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each former that they had never even noticed the bang. When hot ash outburst through the threshold and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this aspiration of fairy tail love life, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifact and patch of art in the world, for it's emotional value .