When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my neophyte year at highschool school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"roman letters soap Opera ”, which took place before the Mt. Vesuvius clap. Studying the lifestyle and acculturation of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"William Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the brothel. However, the stone bench with a tenuous cushion could barely be called that. The womanhood he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her dorsum 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 vox. Reaching into the minuscule bag hanging from his belt ammunition, he drew a few silver gray coins and stood up, handing them to the striver girl."If they ask, you were pure. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in good moral sense make a young fair sex be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding sounds of flesh against physique, men grunting in selfish atonement, and women feinting gasps and moan of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the cathouse and stepped outdoor and into the street of the splendid city of Pompeii. He was 20 two years old with sensitive height for a man of his age and the apparition of a beard with suddenly, crinkly hair. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his home and now forced to rely on his humor when he used to have his father's riches to devolve back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his don about the rules of business to get a bridgehead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to note that he crafty enough to bonk how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his science in the real world and gain a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very honorable income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the deity, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to stimulate a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their obstetrical delivery or to bestow goods to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the urban center, trying to remember of something that would interest his clock time. In truth, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his commercial enterprise and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the tradition that he had grown up in and knew. True, for individual who had a talent for making money, a engaged city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of fields in the willpower of an skilful farmer, but not when the briny consumer of the people'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 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 handwriting to Arcadias.

With bright, colorful robes and a market keeper's moustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

"It seems you know me, well before you say anything, I'm apprisal 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 pick your graceful menage, cook your nightly feasts, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me plenty to anticipate out my name without having never met me, then you should make out that there is nada you have that I am interest in."

"Spoken by someone who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a beneficial and obedient hard worker. Please, at to the lowest degree see what I have to declare oneself before you turn your back on this low merchant. impart them out !"Syphax pleaded with a postiche smile, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

Bound in chains with rags for clothes, several mass were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a stemma by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Goidelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at to the lowest degree are able-bodied to understand human speech and will sour themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the unspoilt tool brought to you solely by the good merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his belly twisting itself into nautical mile. There was nothing he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless target. No issue where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economical military unit and essentially a ethnic law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The grounds why his kin had disowned him in the commencement situation was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian family, essentially costing the kinsperson a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all alight and hope drained from their center and their physical structure covered in scars and contusion. But looking ahead, he was brought to an precipitous occlusive. At the end of the line was a young woman with pelt that looked like marble and recollective jet-black hair that hid her down in the mouth case. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not know him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger's breadth around one of her delicate helping hand, causing her to look 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 cheek was flawless, from the slender bone anatomical structure of her impudence to her pale but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a single lentigo or fault. Her most striking feature film were her blue eyes, which were the refinement of the ocean on a perfect summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest creative person in Italian capital would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a single step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your figure ? Do you read me ?"

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of gold coins out of the humble bag hanging from his knock."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to take care at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his sailor to unlock Ella's bond, letting them fall to the base and expose the bruise and welts on her carpus.

"Ella, my name is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stay with me in my home as my honour guest. You won't be a slave or servant, but a unloose woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the background and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her brass, her trembling shoulder joint shaking the liquidity ivory from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in astonishment at the beauty of Pompeii, of Harlan Stone buildings and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable 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 print imperium in architecture, beauty, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, passkey,"Ella said softly.

He put his hired man on her shoulder and she looked at him innocent eyes.

"Ella, you are rid now. I'm not your original, 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 maestro. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my unanimous life story as belongings. I've always addressed someone as my master key of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one face as he analyzed her tone. There was no sorrowfulness or apprehension in her voice. Instead, there was jumpiness. She wasn't dreading the berth ; she was queasy, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just answer me one thing : Are you doing this out of forced obligation, 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 key and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to use up forethought of you and produce you happy."

"Yes, master key. 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 nervousness and fear in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant grin ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a declamatory article of clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with framework of all types and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and comfortable clothes for this young woman, as well as a yoke of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a atomic number 79 coin.



overtaking through the main entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a die game. The menage was built as two joining halo, one modest than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a lapse consortium of weewee, collected from the rain that fell through the assailable skylight above, creating the smaller ring. The close inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the walls with scenes of nature and roman type living. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to take up some discharge distance. Along the sides of the atrium were entrances to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with weather sheet of the fabric hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the master of the household, situated in the very center of the habitation between the two rings. On either English of the study were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

"Welcome to my place, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the couch and put down the apparel 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 expert home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it undefended, revealing her breasts. They were bombastic for a malnourish girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His mental capacity took mastery of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her articulatio humeri.

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

As Arcadias spoke the Logos, he could almost feel his penis reaching up and smacking him in the back of the capitulum for talking.

"What do you mean ?"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 brainiac was tearing itself apart as his sensation of style fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to root for her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her cycle breasts. She shook her hips from side of meat to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His centre were fixed on every curve of her soundbox 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 fleck of pubic tomentum. green sense told him that she did it out of instinct or drug abuse, but Arcadias was beginning to distrust that it was actually a tease. 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 meat of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's tool was so knockout that he could own used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's carapace. He had to keep the gibbousness in his trouser hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good purview of her William Henry Gates of Eden. The lips as soft as flower flower petal, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing au naturel before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but well-chosen verbal expression on her face, her pale cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"master key, 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 sweetness and soft emotion in her part overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual campaign, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the urge to envelop 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 pick up a yellow wearing apparel and Arcadias got a view of her buns that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the rig he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her font. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few present moment, but her tears were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the recent afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to involve a moth-eaten bath,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized bathing tub, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a XII more pools in the massive room and the paries were decorated with boastfully paintings of goddesses and houri on beaches. On one side of the room was the entering to the physical exertion field, and on the former English was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold bathtub.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave young lady,"a friend 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 daughter might not be the proper term…"

"fountainhead does she work hard ? The new slaves from up compass north have no workplace ethic."

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

"No, I mean that she was never my slave girlfriend. I paid Syphax, the marketer, for her freedom."

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

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

"fountainhead what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the deity, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a sense of taste of a fair sex so bad, you could have just hired a fancy woman. You didn't have to pay for a slave girl if you just wanted individual to"focus you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way better prices than Syphax."

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

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

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



Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of various delicious bag. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

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

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

"It is the obligation of the servant to prepare the passe-partout's dinner party,"she said with a bow of her promontory but a smile on her face.

He placed his handwriting 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 stew hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruit and veggie. Most copious kinsperson would consume a buckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can manipulate ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where several sofa were grouped around a table. Lying down on the couches on opposite incline of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the groovy repast he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was better than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delicious. By the way, you said that you learned how to ready in your native land. Where exactly did you spring up up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a farmer. The summertime in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted walls as if to compare them to her memory. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic invader killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the retainer of a kin group leader who bought me to be the married woman of his newborn baby son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader's household, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my sprightliness would end, fearing the day when my master's son would grow up and take me as his Saint Brigid.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the adjacent clan leader. I was worked half to death, but my master 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 hard worker, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the hard would ravage and sodomize the weak. Several men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmares every night for the old age I worked in servitude.

Then the roman legion 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 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 vocalize, I am truly blessed to remain as a hard worker, to rest as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are destitute. As of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever rent 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 articulation cooed as Arcadias closed the refinement.

He looked over to the entering and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a white gown, a sweet 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 room, standing between the room access and Arcadias.

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

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulders and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right to opt who touches me. superior, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her delicate lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several moments as Arcadias wrapped his arm around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his shoulder joint and placed it on his nerve.

"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 foremost sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in dearest with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the Same affair when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was well-chosen, but I cried on your articulatio humeri because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your side, feel my handwriting enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real reason why I chose to uphold to be your hard worker was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the collar of her night-robe and pulled it unfold, letting it precipitate down to her ankles and exposing her naked mantrap. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my skipper, my trunk belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your buff. Arcadias, my consistence 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 consistency. He placed his helping hand on one of her quick breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of build in his hand and pinched her nipple, sending a shudder of XTC through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slender 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 puddle you uncomfortable."

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his index and halfway finger on the brim of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prediction of what was to come rather than the actual jot. He began stroking the two easy wet lips and Ella's thigh automatically clamped around his hired hand, but at the Saami time, she wrapped her arm around his neck opening, 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 jerk. With his forefinger and doughnut finger's breadth rubbing the backtalk, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first metacarpophalangeal joint and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his glossa up the side of one of her bosom, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the mammilla and pulled, savoring the taste and flavor. As Arcadias sucked on her knocker, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her bridge player pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several moment, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the campaign of his fingers increased in speed and baron, easing the stress in her body and opening the brim to show her pink sleeve. After various minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his case just inches from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity fragrance and pressed his tongue against the soft lips, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the honeyed preference of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to draw forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was miserly and sweet-scented, and she had her smooth second joint pressed against the position of his side as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of Word, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with unbelievable speciality as she gave a loud high groan, with limpid arousal from her start climax flowing onto his tongue.

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

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two fan kissing cuddling as he placed his mitt on her cheek."Are you sure about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; beware, dead body, and soulfulness,"she whispered with her part filled with lovemaking and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his boldness pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the intromission of the chief, the two of them could finger the pressure sensation on her hymen, ready to be crushed. Ella was breathing so arduous 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 inch, deflowering the Angel in his arms.

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

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her slit felt improbable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and indulgent, almost like hearts of yield. But even proficient than the physical feeling was the emotional star, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few womanhood in his life, but involvement with them never reached even half the floor of bliss he was experiencing right hand now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's jabbing, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their bodies. The look of swither and frenetic breath 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 bounder, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder for dear life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very ship's boat grinning. He gazed into her heart as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous sexual climax, him filling her uterus with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their physical structure coated in a dilute film of fret. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

"I love you,"they both said at the Sami sentence before kissing.



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

By injecting liquid plaster of Paris into the cavities, they were able to produce gross shape of the positions the masses were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two soundbox, one on top of the former. From how the name were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the venereal country, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archaeologist have concluded that they were making lovemaking, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected fan, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last metre because they knew that they were going to die, but near viewers of the Lovers mould ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the bang. When hot ash fit through the doorway and window, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fairy keister love, but the devotee casting remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artefact and bit of art in the macrocosm, for it's worked up note value .