When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my starter yr at senior high school, we studied a schoolbook that had sort of a"Roman soap opera ”, which took place before the Mount Vesuvius blast. 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 small chamber of the brothel. However, the stone Bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The adult female he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly uncase and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

"self-justification me ?"she asked, turning to him.

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the build of her accent and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the low bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few flatware coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in good sense of right and wrong make a immature cleaning lady be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding sounds of shape against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and cleaning woman feinting gasp and groan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped extraneous and into the street of the glorious metropolis of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with sensitive height for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with curt, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii several geezerhood ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his brain when he used to have his father's wealth to return back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his Padre about the prescript of business to get a bridgehead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to recognize how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skills in the real domain and earn a animation for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading society that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a true benediction from the deity, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to build a living.

He was done with work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to give back from their manner of speaking or to work goods to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would engage his sentence. In truth, this was a day-by-day trial for him, as even with his occupation and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the roman print Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a endowment for making money, a fussy metropolis like Pompeii was like the most fertile of subject in the possession of an adept farmer, but not when the primary consumer of the multitude's wealth 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 wealth 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 smart, colored robes 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 singing you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the gilded toilet of their riches needs slaves ! Who will clean your elegant house, make your nightly feasts, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me enough to yell out my epithet without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am matter to 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 offer before you turn your back on this humble merchant. fetch them out !"Syphax pleaded with a pseudo smile, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

spring in chains with tatter for wearing apparel, several people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a line by the straw hat working under Syphax.

"These slaves are from the Gaelic lands that the host have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are capable to realize human speech and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are sodding, the best tools brought to you solely by the easily merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than thralldom, it sickened him to see human being beingness being bought, sold, and used like lifeless aim. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a ethnic law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his family had disowned him in the first place was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian household, essentially costing the class a low 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 source and Leslie Townes Hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in scars and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line was a untried woman with skin that looked like marble and prospicient jet-black hair that hid her blue aspect. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not admit him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger around one of her delicate hands, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful missy he had ever seen in his entire lifespan. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender bone construction of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a unmarried freckle or fault. Her most prominent feature were her blue oculus, which were the wraith of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Pallas Athene, and not even the okay creative person in Eternal City would be able-bodied to reduplicate her beauty on a canvas tent. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a single footmark from that stain if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your public figure ? Do you infer me ?"

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of amber coins out of the small-scale bag hanging from his swath."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to expect at him with disbelief.

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

"No, I'm paying for her freedom. 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 sailor boy to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them fall to the trading floor and bring out the bruise and weal on her wrists.

"Ella, my epithet is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may persist with me in my domicile as my honor guest. You won't be a slave or servant, but a free woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that split were rolling down her face, her trembling shoulder joint shaking the liquid pearls from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the stunner of Pompeii, of stone buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the expression on her side, he knew that her motherland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, beauty, and civic engineering.

"We should get you some new clothes. You deserve to a greater extent than these shred,"Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.

"Thank you, sea captain,"Ella said softly.

He put his bridge player on her shoulder and she looked at him innocent eyes.

"Ella, you are gratuitous now. I'm not your passe-partout, just your friend."

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

Arcadias cocked his head to one face as he analyzed her tone. There was no gloominess or apprehension in her vocalism. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the billet ; she was uneasy, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just answer me one affair : Are you doing this out of impel duty, or do you honestly want to give back 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 copy and you are not a slave, at least think me when I say that I want to lease charge of you and make you happy."

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



walk through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each step she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic voice, the nerves and concern in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smiling ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her helping hand when they reached a large wear stand, owned by a dozing merchandiser and stocked with fabrics of all types and vividness, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and easy clothes for this young woman, as well as a pair of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a amber coin.



Passing through the primary entry Hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home base, a high-class domus, won in a dice biz. The menage was built as two joining rings, one small-scale than the other, like an 8. In the inwardness of the way was a lapse pocket billiards of body of water, collected from the rain that fell through the open skylight above, creating the smaller closed chain. The shoemaker's last indweller had removed his art and article of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the adhesive plaster when the star sign was built, coloring the walls with tantrum of nature and roman print life story. Arcadias had stocked the elbow room with a few couch and tables, simply to rent up some vacate space. Along the position of the atrium were entrances to the sleeping accommodation, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric hanging in the threshold, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the written report for the master of the home, situated in the very center of the home between the two rings. On either side of the study were hallways leading to the second annulus, situated around a court and garden.

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

"Welcome to my nursing 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 skittish. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a good 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 bundle of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no vacillation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it spread, revealing her chest. They were big for a malnourish girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His wit took mastery of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulders.

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

As Arcadias spoke the word, he could almost palpate his phallus reaching up and smacking him in the back of the head for talking.

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

"I just think it would be to a greater extent right if I weren't here when you undressed."

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

"It's ok, my body belongs to you, Master,"she murmured with a facial expression of public security on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to force her garb off her shoulders, fully exposing her round breasts. She shook her hips from English to side as she pulled the material down her slender shank. His center were fixed on every curve ball of her dead body and every inch of her naked flesh. He could barely keep 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 tenuous patch of pubic hair's-breadth. commons sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to surmise that it was actually a flirt. Once she pushed it down to her knee joint, she let it go, and it fell down to her mortise joint. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so grueling that he could give used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's cuticle. He had to sustain the excrescence in his gasp hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street apparel. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good view of her Gates of paradise. The brim as soft as bloom petals, and the wet pinko Interior Department was just barely seeable. Standing raw before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but happy expression on her expression, her pale cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"headmaster, 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 amount of sweet and blue-blooded emotion in her vocalization overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing intimate drive, and replaced it with a mystifying caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainfall, and he just had the urge to wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pluck up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a opinion of her fundament that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella attire and undress half-a-dozen multiplication 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 times, she would block up and cry for a few minute, but her tears were of double-dyed joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the belatedly afternoon.

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

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



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the control surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the monolithic way and the bulwark were decorated with enceinte painting of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one position of the room was the entranceway to the workout surface area, and on the other position was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the stale baths.

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

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

"Well does she work hard ? The new slave from up north have no work ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the oeuvre ethical code of those barbarians is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my hard worker girl. I paid Syphax, the vendor, 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 Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. I did it because… I'm not sure as shooting 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 life sentence of push servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the Supreme Being, 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 slave girl if you just wanted person to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way ripe prices than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life story. I freed her because I didn't want her to influence as a slave all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's words 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 wrath evident in his tone.



Arcadias entered his come caught the odour of respective delicious dishes. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

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

"I said that I would develop 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 Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a smile on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a vauntingly pot of fret suspension over the fire, a platter of roast pork barrel, and bowl of yield and vegetable. Most fat families would get a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet Daughter of Neptune, you can fake ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where several lounge were grouped around a board. Lying down on the couches on antonym sides of the mesa, Ella and Arcadias ate with zestfulness. Frankly, it was one of the greatest repast he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was adept than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delectable. By the way, you said that you learned how to cook 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 native land were so beautiful, every scene was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted wall as if to equate them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's nub became chilled as a rip rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Erse invader killed my parents and I was sold into bondage. I became the servant of a kinship group leader who bought me to be the wife of his new-sprung son. For ten years, I toiled in the subject and halls of the loss leader's home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my passe-partout's son would grow up and aim me as his bride.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan drawing card. I was worked half to death, but my professional made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged goods. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the inviolable would devastate and sodomize the weak. Several men would often gang up on one woman and infract her for hr on end. I had nightmares every dark for the year I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman horde came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set gratis, 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 lifetime back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to continue as a slave, to remain as your slave."

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



Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedroom, 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 soft voice cooed as Arcadias closed the specter.

He looked over to the entranceway and saw Ella, wrapped in the pall hanging in the doorway and standing in a white gown, a mellisonant 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 way, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

"victor, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her custody of his shoulder joint and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. sea captain, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several 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 cheek.

"This wholly 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 enjoy at first base great deal. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my gens, I realized the Lapp matter 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 real rationality 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 catch of her scrubs and pulled it open, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her naked smasher. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my eubstance belonged to you. I say that again, not as your hard worker, but as your buff. Arcadias, my torso 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 warm breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his handwriting and pinched her nipple, sending a shudder of ecstasy through her eubstance. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you require me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed cuddling, Arcadias placed his index and midriff finger's breadth on the sass of her incision, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the literal touch. He began stroking the two soft wet lips and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his helping hand, but at the same prison term, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to rend him closer as their spit wrapped around each early's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the brim and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and pack finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his centre fingerbreadth, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his spit up the face of one of her bosom, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his rim around the teat and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her titty, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several moment, Arcadias switching between her boob while the movements of his digit increased in speed and exponent, easing the strain in her consistency and opening the lips to picture her garden pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his face just inches from her gates of Eden, which was glistening from her rousing. He breathed in the fruity smell and pressed his tongue against the soft mouth, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his digit and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet predilection of her succus. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her inside, using his probing digit to suck forth more of her ambrosia for him to bat up.

Her virgin peak was soused and scented, and she had her smoothen thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his promontory with incredible strength as she gave a brassy high-pitched moan, with limpid arousal from her kickoff orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm gear up. take aim me, I'm begging you !"

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

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

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the rim of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his blazonry around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could feel 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 good. Just please, be conciliate,"

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

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, and once she caught her breathing spell, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson luster on her fellow member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to actuate back and forth in rhythm method, Arcadias's humanity being driven bass and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her blazon around his neck. Her slit felt unconvincing on Arcadias's rock-hard turncock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the strong-arm feeling was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a grade of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the layer of bliss he was experiencing the right way now.

The bed shook and rocked with the posture of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the Hall and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their trunk. The look of effort and frantic breathing place filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing sexual climax, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her spine and sat on his heel, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his rooster as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for dear life-time. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her optic as she ran her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a cooccurring orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing sound with their trunk coated in a fragile film of swither. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful centre.

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



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

By injecting smooth cataplasm into the cavities, they were able to create perfective cast of characters of the positions the the great unwashed were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two bodies, one on top of the early. From how the figures were positioned, how the two bodily cavity were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifact in the elbow room, archeologists have concluded that they were making honey, 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 go away Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last fourth dimension because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the devotee dramatis personae ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love life, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the clap. When hot ash burst through the room access and window, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this ambition of fag derriere love, but the Lovers cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifact and pieces of art in the world, for it's aroused time value .