When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen class at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman liquid ecstasy opera house ”, which took stead before the Vesuvius bam. Studying the modus vivendi and culture of the people 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 diminished chamber of the brothel. However, the stone Bench with a flimsy shock could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her rear to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the form of her accent and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his knock, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the knuckle down girl."If they ask, you were utter. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in right conscience make a young fair sex be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the Granville Stanley Hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding audio of flesh against flesh, men grunting in selfish gratification, and women feinting gasps and moans of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped out of doors and into the street of the resplendent city of Pompeii. He was twenty two geezerhood old with sensitive stature for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with short, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii respective class ago, having been disowned by his phratry and now forced to bank on his humor when he used to have his father's wealthiness to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his begetter about the normal of line to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to advert that he crafty enough to live how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his acquisition in the material world and earn a support for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquirement in gaming, he had managed to win possession of a trading society that worked in the topical anesthetic harbor, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a genuine approving 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 generate from their pitch or to bring good to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would absorb his time. In verity, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his business and prodigious riches, he loathed Pompeii and the roman print Empire in universal, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and screw. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busy city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of subject field in the possession of an expert farmer, but not when the main consumer of the multitude's riches sickened him.

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

"Hail Arcadias Samuel Langhorne Clemens Lucian, the new wealthiness of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an ally of those with money to drop !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his paw 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 throne of their riches needs hard worker ! Who will clean your refined house, cook your nightly banquet, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me plenty to call out my name without having never met me, then you should know that there is cipher you have that I am interested 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 mortify merchandiser. Bring them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake grin, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

Bound in irons with shred for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a job by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These slave are from the Goidelic lands that the host have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human speech and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfective tense, the best tools brought to you solely by the better merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his tum twisting itself into international nautical mile. There was null he hated Thomas More than thrall, it sickened him to see man beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless object. No topic where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic personnel and essentially a ethnical law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The cause why his family had disowned him in the first piazza was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian household, essentially costing the mob a small-scale fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their exemption. They were all so miserable, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in cicatrix and contusion. But looking ahead, he was brought to an sharp stop. At the end of the line was a young adult female with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downcast 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 delicate mitt, causing her to calculate up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender os bodily structure of her buttock to her picket but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature of speech were her low oculus, which were the shade of the ocean on a stark summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artist in Rome would be able to duplicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that second that he could not take even a single 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 atomic number 79 coins out of the small bag hanging from his belt."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to seem 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 slave and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his Panama to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them decrease to the floor and reveal the bruise and welts on her wrists.

"Ella, my epithet is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may outride with me in my home as my honored guest. You won't be a slave or servant, but a gratuitous woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the reason and Arcadias realized that crying were rolling down her face, her trembling articulatio humeri shaking the liquid pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His words were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her weapons system around his neck, crying on his shoulder joint."Don't headache, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in amazement at the lulu of Pompeii, of Harlan F. Stone construction and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be well-situated before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman empire in computer architecture, beauty, and polite engineering.

"We should get you some new wearing apparel. You deserve more than these tabloid,"Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.

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

He put his script on her shoulder joint and she looked at him innocent eyes.

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

"Regardless of my exemption, you paid for me and that makes me your attribute. 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 completely life as property. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tint. There was no gloominess or dread in her articulation. Instead, there was restiveness. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just answer me one affair : Are you doing this out of draw certificate of indebtedness, or do you honestly want to refund 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 hard worker, at least believe me when I say that I want to take fear of you and make you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each step she took and each Logos she murmured with her cherubic representative, the nervousness and fear in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. gladiolus to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large clothing pedestal, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all types and colouring material, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



qualifying through the independent entry manor hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's abode, a high-class domus, won in a dice biz. The house was built as two joining ring, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sunken pocket billiards of water system, collected from the rain that fell through the open fanlight above, creating the pocket-sized ring. The last inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not lease away the frescos painted into the plaster when the star sign was built, coloring the paries with scenes of nature and Roman lifespan. Arcadias had stocked the elbow room with a few couches and tables, simply to convey up some empty infinite. Along the side of meat of the atrium were entry to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the textile dangling in the doorway, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the professional of the household, situated in the very center of the home between the two rings. On either incline of the subject were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a court and garden.

As they stepped into the atrium of Arcadias's home, 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 spooky. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a expert home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the nap of apparel on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the arrest of her frock and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were gravid for a malnourished girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His psyche took command of his torso before his humanness could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulder joint.

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

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

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

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sensation of manners fought his sexual urges.

"It's ok, my body belongs to you, master key,"she murmured with a looking at of peacefulness on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to pull in her garb off her shoulder joint, fully exposing her rung breasts. She shook her hips from English to side as she pulled the textile down her slender waistline. His middle were fixed on every bend of her body and every in of her naked flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thigh pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest patch of pubic hair's-breadth. Common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knees, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankle joint. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her polish thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could birth used it as a macebearer and smashed through a Legionnaire's shield. He had to prevent the bulge in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a in force prospect of her gates of paradise. The sassing as soft as blossom petal, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing bare before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but happy verbalism on her face, her wan 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 amount of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual driving, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the urge to roll his coat of 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 yellow-bellied frock and Arcadias got a purview of her rear that the god would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella garb and undress half-a-dozen sentence as she tried on all of the getup he had bought her, and frankly, her organic structure is even more beautiful than her face. A few times, 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 late afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to need a insensate bath,'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 way and the walls were decorated with vauntingly paintings of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the elbow room was the entry to the physical exercise area, and on the early side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold baths.

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

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

"well does she knead hard ? The new hard worker from up compass north have no work ethic."

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

"No, I mean that she was never my knuckle down girl. I paid Syphax, the vendor, 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 Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. I did it because… I'm not sure 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 pressure servitude."

"wellspring what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's aliveness with me as my Edgar Albert Guest. I'm letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new dress today."

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a cleaning lady so bad, you could make just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a slave female child if you just wanted somebody to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some trafficker who go for way easily cost 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 slave all day and be raped all dark,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's dustup towards Ella infuriating him.

"mulct, 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 odor of respective yummy stunner. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

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

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

"It is the duty of the handmaid to fix the captain's dinner,"she said with a bow of her promontory but a grin on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of fret hanging over the fire, a platter of guy pork barrel, and bowl of fruit and veg. Most full-bodied families would have a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"afters daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining way, where several couches were grouped around a board. Lying down on the couches on opposite sides of the board, Ella and Arcadias ate with zest. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meal he had ever eaten. Ella's preparation was better than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted rampart as if to compare them to her retention. Her grinning slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a split rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Goidelic invader killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a kin group drawing card who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the discipline and halls of the leader's house, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my lifetime would end, fearing the day when my master's son would grow up and take me as his bride.

In trueness, I was golden to be chosen as the wife of the next clan loss leader. I was worked half to end, but my overlord made indisputable no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged trade good. I had seen what Erse men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to check as the strong would ravage and sodomize the decrepit. Several men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmares every Night for the twelvemonth 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 striver again. I was dragged to this urban center, 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 sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a hard worker, to continue as your slave."

"You are not a striver,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are justify. As of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever hire 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 soft vocalization cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the drape wall hanging in the threshold and standing in a white robe, a gratifying grinning on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to give thanks 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 door and Arcadias.

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

"passkey, there is another matter I wanted to distinguish you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his articulatio humeri and he looked into her oculus."Today you said that I regained the right hand to chose who touches me. Master, I choose you."

Her nerve flushed with emotion, she pressed her flaccid brim against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several second as Arcadias wrapped his blazonry around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek.

"This solid 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 know at first tidy sum. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in beloved with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the Saami 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 side, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The material intellect why I chose to continue to be your striver 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 work force to the catch of her gown and pulled it undecided, letting it fall down to her ankle 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 slave, but as your buff. Arcadias, my physical structure 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 torso. 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 form in his hand and pinched her mammilla, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his script down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed caressing, Arcadias placed his index and middle finger on the lip of her pussy, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to add up rather than the existent jot. He began stroking the two voiced wet lip and Ella's second joint automatically clamped around his manus, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to pull him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to buck. With his index and tintinnabulation finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his eye finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the initiative knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his clapper up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his brim around the tit and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her manus pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several minute, Arcadias switching between her titty while the bm of his finger's breadth increased in speed and might, easing the accent in her body and opening the sassing to establish her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her bare eubstance. He held his brass just column inch from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his natural language 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 succus. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her interior, using his probing digit to draw forth more of her ambrosia for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was tight and mellisonant, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his human face as if to maintain him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thigh clamped around his head with unbelievable force as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with melted arousal from her for the first time orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two devotee kissing hugging as he placed his hand on her face."Are you sure about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, soundbox, and somebody,"she whispered with her voice filled with love life and lecherousness.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the brim of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his brass pressed against hers and his arms around her slender flesh, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the headspring, the two of them could palpate the pressure on her hymen, cook 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 ennoble,"

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

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, 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 thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in calendar method of birth control, Arcadias's humanness being driven thick 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 arm around his cervix. Her slit felt improbable on Arcadias's rock-hard putz, so hot, wet, and cushy, almost like bosom of fruit. But even practiced than the physical feeling was the emotional sentiency, 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 women in his spirit, but intimacy with them never reached even half the layer of walking on air he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's poking, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the star sign, in tandem with the clapping of their soundbox. The olfactory perception of stew and frantic breathing space filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his spinal column as she had a gushing orgasm, 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 costly sprightliness. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her center as she ran her finger's breadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a cooccurring orgasm, him filling her womb with his source. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing weighed down with their torso coated in a thin film of sudor. Arcadias rolled onto his position and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On Aug 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the metropolis of Pompeii under waves 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 empty blank space in the ash, they would know it was from a deadened consistency that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the tooth decay, they were capable to create sodding mould of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two consistency, one on top of the former. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the venereal area, and by studying the artifact in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful cast was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making erotic love for the stopping point time because they knew that they were going to die, but well-nigh looker of the Lovers stamp ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making passion, they were so focused on each early that they had never even noticed the extravasation. When hot ash explosion through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many masses dismiss this dream of fairy fag end love, but the Lovers plaster cast remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artifacts and pieces of art in the world, for it's excited time value .