When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my newcomer year at high school schoolhouse, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman grievous bodily harm opera house ”, which took billet before the Mount Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle 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 striver ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the sporting house. However, the stone bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the recess with her spinal column to him, slowly disinvest 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 belt, he drew a few silver medal coins and stood up, handing them to the buckle down girl."If they ask, you were sodding. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in sound conscience make a young woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered womanhood behind. To the surrounding sounds of chassis against form, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting pant and moan of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outside and into the street of the splendiferous city of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with culture medium height for a man of his age and the phantasma of a beard with little, wavy pilus. He had moved to Pompeii various years ago, having been disowned by his phratry and now forced to bank on his wits when he used to consume his Padre's wealth to precipitate back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the rules of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to recognise how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his acquirement in the very world and make a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquisition in gambling, he had managed to win self-possession of a trading troupe that worked in the topical anesthetic haven, ensuring a steady and very sizable income. To anyone else, this would be a confessedly blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their manner of speaking or to bring goods to Pompeii. Now he had nix to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to call back of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a day-after-day tribulation for him, as even with his business organisation and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in general, but it was only in this polish that he knew how to exist. It held the customs that he had grown up in and do it. True, for someone who had a gift for making money, a fussy metropolis like Pompeii was like the most productive of field of honor in the will power of an expert farmer, but not when the main consumer of the people's wealth sickened him.

Having reached the wharfage, 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 brightly, colorful robes and a tradesman's moustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

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

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the favorable crapper of their rich needs hard worker ! Who will clean your refined house, fudge your nightly feast, and fulfil you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me sufficiency to address out my epithet without having never met me, then you should eff that there is nothing you have that I am concern in."

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

Bound in Sir Ernst Boris Chain with tabloid for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a strain by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Goidelic lands that the horde have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to translate man speech and will influence themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the full putz brought to you solely by the best merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his tum twisting itself into grayback. There was nothing he hated to a greater extent than slavery, it sickened him to see man existence being bought, sold, and used like exanimate physical object. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his family had disowned him in the first station was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian family, essentially costing the family a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had decent money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so pitiable, all visible radiation and hope drained from their oculus and their bodies covered in scratch and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an disconnected stop. At the end of the pedigree was a young woman with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downhearted face. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingerbreadth around one of her ticklish manpower, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire sprightliness. Every item of her face was unflawed, from the slender bone structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most spectacular feature were her blue eyes, which were the shade of the ocean on a stark summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the fine creative person in Italian capital would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that mo that he could not take even a single step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your gens ? 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 rap."Syphax, here. Set her unblock,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look 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 striver and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the edict for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's bond, letting them fall to the floor and reveal the bruises and welts on her wrists.

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

Ella looked back down at the background and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her face, her trembling berm shaking the liquid pearls from her lashes.

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



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

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

"Thank you, master copy,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him clean-handed eye.

"Ella, you are free now. I'm not your master, 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 overlord. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my wholly life history as prop. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

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

"Just answer me one matter : Are you doing this out of forced obligation, or do you honestly want to pay 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 headmaster and you are not a striver, at to the lowest degree believe me when I say that I want to take care of you and make you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more than and more. With each footfall she took and each countersign she murmured with her sweet vocalism, the nervousness and care in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant grinning ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. gladiolus to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a enceinte clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabric of all eccentric and colouring, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most refined and well-fixed wearing apparel for this young woman, as well as a distich of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



expiration through the master entry Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The sign was built as two joining ring, one belittled than the other, like an 8. In the center field of the room was a sunken pond of piddle, collected from the rain that fell through the open fanlight above, creating the smaller doughnut. The finish inhabitant had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the firm was built, coloring the paries with scenes of nature and roman print spirit. Arcadias had stocked the elbow room with a few couches and mesa, simply to take up some empty infinite. Along the position of the atrium were incoming to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining way, all with rag of the fabric dangling in the doorways, and across from the entering was the tablinum, the study for the victor of the house, situated in the very nerve centre of the home between the two rings. On either incline of the study were hallways leading to the s anchor ring, situated around a court and garden.

As they stepped into the atrium of Arcadias's habitation, 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 lounge and put down the dress 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 good home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the neckband of her dress and pulled it undecided, revealing her knocker. They were large for a malnourish miss like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took restraint of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her berm.

"Ella, are you certain you wouldn't be more comfy changing in the Guest way ?"

As Arcadias spoke the Word of God, he could almost feel his genus Phallus reaching up and smacking him in the binding of the point for talking.

"What do you mean ?"she asked, completely incognizant of the situation.

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

His learning ability was tearing itself apart as his sense of manners fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to take out her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her stave breasts. She shook her pelvis from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her organic structure and every column inch of her naked bod. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each early, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest maculation of pubic hairs. common sensation 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 stifle, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankle. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her quiet thigh.

By now, Arcadias's stopcock was so tough that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the bulge in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street dress. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a salutary sentiment of her William Henry Gates of paradise. The backtalk as cushy as flower petals, and the wet pinko interior was just barely visible. Standing raw before him, Ella looked at her superior with a very nervous but happy reflection on her face, her pale cheek 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 effort, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainwater, and he just had the itch to wrap up his weapons system around her and concord her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a chickenhearted attire and Arcadias got a opinion of her bum that the God would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella dress and discase half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her torso is even more beautiful than her font. A few fourth dimension, she would stop and cry for a few consequence, but her teardrop were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the belated 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 family. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to ask 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 item where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive elbow room and the walls were decorated with large picture of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the exercise expanse, and on the other position was the ingress to the frigidarium, which held the coldness baths.

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

"Oh, hey Quintus. wellspring, slave daughter might not be the proper term…"

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

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the workplace value-system of those barbarians is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my striver girl. I paid Syphax, the marketer, 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 Polemonium van-bruntiae. I did it because… I'm not for certain why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the animation of storm servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the God, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a gustation of a cleaning woman so bad, you could deliver just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a slave girl if you just wanted mortal to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex hard worker, I know some sellers who go for way better Leontyne Price than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that variety of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to work 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 anger evident in his tone.



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

"Oh, dinner party will be gear up 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 responsibility of the retainer to train the maestro's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a grinning on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a magnanimous pot of fret dangling over the ardour, a phonograph recording of roasted pork, and bowl of yield and vegetables. Most productive families would possess a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet 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 room, where several couches were grouped around a table. Lying down on the lounge on opposite sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with zest. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's preparation was easily than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a granger. The summertime in my mother country were so beautiful, every scene was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the calico walls as if to compare them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's sum became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight geezerhood old, Erse encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan drawing card who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten twelvemonth, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader's home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my captain's son would raise up and take me as his bride.

In verity, I was favourable to be chosen as the wife of the adjacent clan loss leader. I was worked half to Death, but my master made for sure no one touched me. He didn't want to render his son damaged goods. I had seen what Goidelic men did to their striver, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to take in as the potent would waste and sodomise the unaccented. Several men would often gang up up on one charwoman and violate her for 60 minutes on end. I had nightmares every nighttime for the twelvemonth I worked in servitude.

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

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue oculus,"You are give up. As of today, the right field to prefer who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away."



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

"Master…"a soft phonation cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the room access and standing in a white surgical gown, a sweet grinning 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 door and Arcadias.

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

"sea captain, there is another affair I wanted to recite 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 wing to opt who touches me. headmaster, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her easygoing lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several import 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 completely day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your exemption, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was sleep with at commencement pile. 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 Sami thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was felicitous, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, experience my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real reason why I chose to persist in to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to depart, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her script to the collar of her gown and pulled it loose, letting it pass down to her ankle joint and exposing her defenseless lulu. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my consistence belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my eubstance 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 paw 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 hand and pinched her nipple, sending a quiver of go through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her melt off belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you need me to bar ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his indicant and middle fingerbreadth on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the expectancy of what was to come rather than the actual feeling. He began stroking the two soft wet lips and Ella's thigh automatically clamped around his hand, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck opening, trying to pull him closer as their clapper wrapped around each early's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and halo finger rubbing the back talk, he skimmed the hot wet DoI with his in-between finger, 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 position of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her interpreter, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the predilection 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 bridge player pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to prevail it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her titty while the campaign of his finger increased in speed and power, easing the stress in her body and opening the backtalk to prove her pink sleeve. After respective second, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his side just inch from her gate of nirvana, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the soft sass, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweetened taste of her succus. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her bosom as he explored her inside, using his probing finger to run forth more of her nectar for him to lap up.

Her Virgo the Virgin prime was tight and scented, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the face of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moans, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with incredible strength as she gave a loud high moan, with liquidity arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two lover kissing kissing as he placed his hand on her impudence."Are you sure 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 lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the interpolation of the head, the two of them could find the pressure on her hymen, set up to be crushed. Ella was breathing so knockout that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

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

"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 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 lustre on her phallus, trial impression of her taken virginity. After a few driving force to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven cryptic and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his shank and her arms around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard stopcock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even undecomposed than the forcible feeling was the emotional sense datum, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could subsist. Arcadias had had a few cleaning woman in his aliveness, but intimacy with them never reached even half the floor of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's groan of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the star sign, in tandem bicycle with the clapping of their dead body. The smell of sudor and frantic breather filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his backrest as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her rousing. Arcadias put his branch under her back and sat on his bounder, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his peter as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very attendant smiling. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a coinciding coming, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a thin film of perspiration. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under undulation of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were enraptured to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would amount across a hole place in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting fluid plaster into the cavities, they were able to produce sodding cast of characters of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the abode of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two soundbox, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital 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 casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave alone Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the cobbler's last clock time because they knew that they were going to die, but well-nigh witness of the buff Cast ( 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 eruption. When hot ash explosion through the door and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many masses dismiss this dream of fairy buttocks beloved, but the lover hurl remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and patch of art in the world, for it's emotional value .