When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my fresher year at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"roman letters soap Opera ”, which took place before the Mount Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life-style 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 lowly chamber of the brothel. However, the stone bench with a unconvincing cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the mannequin of her speech pattern and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the low bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few flatware coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were perfect tense. But I won't military unit you to do this, I can't in good conscience make a untried woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the residence hall, leaving the bewildered charwoman stern. To the surrounding strait of flesh against pulp, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and char feinting gasps and groan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the bordello and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two year old with sensitive height for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with short, crinkled hair. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family unit and now forced to rely on his wits when he used to possess his Father-God's wealth to come back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the regulation of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his acquisition in the real populace and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in play, he had managed to win possession of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very tidy income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the Supreme Being, 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 yield from their manner of speaking or to bring goods to Pompeii. Now he had cipher to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to recall of something that would occupy his prison term. In accuracy, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to inhabit. It held the customs that he had grown up in and lie with. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busy metropolis like Pompeii was like the most fertile of field of operations in the possession of an technical Fannie Farmer, but not when the principal 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 spend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

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

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

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the fortunate stool of their wealth needs slaves ! Who will clean your elegant house, cook your nightly feasts, and fulfill you long into the Night ?"

"I don't believe in slaveholding, and if you know me sufficiency to telephone out my name without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am interested in."

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

bound in chains with tatter for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a strain by the sailor working under Syphax.

"These striver are from the Erse lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human speech and will work themselves to destruction if you ask them to. They are complete, the best tools brought to you solely by the best merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beingness being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. 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 foremost topographic point was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian household, essentially costing the family a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the transmission line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so paltry, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in scars and bruise. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line was a young woman with skin that looked like marble and yearn jet-black hair that hid her gloomy typeface. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not recognise him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingerbreadth around one of her ticklish hands, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire lifespan. Every detail of her face was unflawed, from the slender ivory structure of her cheek to her sick but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature were her blue optic, which were the nicety of the sea on a perfective summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artist in Rome would be able to replicate her knockout on a canvas tent. He knew at that moment that he could not assume even a exclusive pace from that stain 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 humble bag hanging from his belted ammunition."Syphax, here. Set her discharge,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's trammel, letting them come down to the story and reveal the bruises and welt on her wrists.

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

Ella looked back down at the background and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her human face, her trembling articulatio humeri shaking the liquid bone from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the beauty of Pompeii, of Harlan Stone edifice and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be prosperous 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, dish, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him unacquainted heart.

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

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your prop. 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 unit life as attribute. I've always addressed person as my master copy of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his heading to one English as he analyzed her tincture. There was no sadness or dread in her voice. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the position ; she was flighty, almost as if it were too commodity to be true.

"Just serve me one affair : Are you doing this out of pull 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 master and you are not a slave, at least consider me when I say that I want to take attention of you and make you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each pace she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic voice, the nervousness and reverence 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. sword lily to see her unwinding, he grasped her manus when they reached a large article of clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with material of all eccentric and colours, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most graceful and well-heeled apparel for this immature woman, as well as a pair of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



Passing through the master entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's house, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The house was built as two joining pack, one pocket-size than the other, like an 8. In the center of the elbow room was a sunken pool of weewee, collected from the rainfall that fell through the open skylight above, creating the smaller ring. The last inhabitant had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the home was built, coloring the walls with aspect of nature and Roman life. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few sofa and tables, simply to take up some empty distance. Along the side of meat of the atrium were entrance to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheet of the fabric hanging in the doorway, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the bailiwick for the master of the household, situated in the very nub of the home between the two annulus. On either side of the bailiwick were hallways leading to the endorsement ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

"Welcome to my plate, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the lounge and put down the clothes he had bought for her.

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite nervous. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a safe home.

"Hey, how about we see if those clothes 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 choker of her apparel and pulled it spread, revealing her breasts. They were large for a malnourished lady friend like her, but not so vauntingly that Arcadias had noticed them before. His wit took ascendance of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her berm.

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

As Arcadias spoke the word of honor, he could almost feel his penis reaching up and smacking him in the backbone of the headspring for talking.

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

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

His psyche was tearing itself apart as his sentience of manners fought his intimate urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to pull her wearing apparel off her berm, fully exposing her round of golf breasts. She shook her rosehip from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her lissome waist. His eyes were fixed on every bend of her body and every in of her nude flesh. He could barely observe his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each early, hiding her blossom from him, but allowing him to see just the slim fleck of pubic pilus. Common sense told him that she did it out of inherent aptitude or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her human knee, 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 smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could consume used it as a Chemical Mace and smashed through a Legionnaire's cuticle. He had to keep the gibbousness in his trouser hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street dress. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good view of her gates of paradise. The sass as balmy as peak flower petal, and the wet pink Department of the Interior was just barely seeable. Standing au naturel before him, Ella looked at her superior with a very nervous but happy grammatical construction on her face, her pale nerve 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 sort to me,"she murmured.

The sum of money of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual parkway, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the impulse to wind 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 rump 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 grimace. A few meter, she would arrest and cry for a few moments, but her bust were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to require 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 dot where there was steam wafting from the open. There were half a dozen more pools in the monumental room and the paries were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout surface area, and on the early side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold bath.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl,"a friend of his said as he settled in the other side of the syndicate. 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 miss might not be the right term…"

"well does she exercise hard ? The new hard worker 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 study ethic of those barbarians is even worsened than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my slave 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 sure why I did it. Just when I laid middle on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to spare her from the life of storm servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

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

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to puzzle out as a striver 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 come caught the odors of several delicious dishful. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

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

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

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

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a tumid pot of fret suspension over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruits and vegetable. Most productive families would deliver a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"sweet Daughter of Neptune, you can fake ?"

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

They carried all of the nutrient into the dining room, where several lounge were grouped around a table. Lying down on the couches on opposite sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the bully meals 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 cook in your homeland. Where exactly did you grow up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a sodbuster. The summers 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 memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's meat became chilled as a tear rolled down her brass.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight class old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the handmaiden of a kin group leader who bought me to be the wife of his new-sprung son. For ten eld, I toiled in the fields and dormitory of the leader's home, every Night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my sprightliness would end, fearing the day when my lord's son would rise up and take me as his bride.

In truth, I was favorable to be chosen as the wife of the next kindred leader. I was worked half to demise, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged goodness. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the strong would desolate and sodomize the watery. Several men would often gang up up on one woman and desecrate her for time of day on end. I had nightmares every Nox for the geezerhood I worked in servitude.

Then the roman print host came and slew the warlord and his power. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this metropolis, expecting to be bought by some roughshod 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 slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a striver,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful dingy eyes,"You are unfreeze. As of today, the right to choose 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 vocalization cooed as Arcadias closed the nuance.

He looked over to the entree and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a white gown, a angelical grin on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as kind to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the way, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to narrate 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 chose who touches me. victor, I choose you."

Her brass flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for various moments as Arcadias wrapped his arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his articulatio humeri and placed it on his cheek.

"This totally 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 fuck at first sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

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

She moved her hands to the collar of her gown and pulled it open, letting it flow 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 schoolmaster, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my body belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his hand on one of her warm breast and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of physique in his hand and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you require me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his power and middle finger's breadth on the mouth of her cunt, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to number rather than the real signature. He began stroking the two soft wet sass and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his hired man, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their clapper wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one digit between the back talk and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and ring finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his midriff finger's breadth, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her bosom, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his digit into her kitty halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to concur it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingers increased in hurrying and office, easing the stress in her body and opening the lip to show her pink sleeve. After several minute, Arcadias began to make a motion down, kissing her naked body. He held his human face just inches from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his spit against the easy lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the perfumed taste of her succus. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her boob as he explored her inside, using his probing finger to get forth more of her nectar for him to figure out up.

Her virgin flower was closely and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the slope of his boldness as if to retain him out, yet her moan, while devoid of watchword, begged him for more. Her thigh clamped around his head with unbelievable specialty as she gave a loud high-pitched groan, with fluent arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two fan kissing snuggling as he placed his hand on her nerve."Are you sure enough about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; take care, dead body, and soul,"she whispered with her voice filled with honey and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the sass of her incision. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his nerve pressed against hers and his weaponry around her slender material body, he slowly continued. Upon the interpolation of the foreland, the two of them could feel the pressure on her virginal membrane, make 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 gentle,"

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

She cried out in a mix of 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 thrusting to get acquainted, they began to motivate back and Forth River in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven thick and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his cervix. Her dent felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like tenderness of fruit. But even better than the physical belief was the emotional champion, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a build of bliss that neither had never imagined could be. Arcadias had had a few women in his living, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of cloud nine he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's knife thrust, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the family, in bicycle-built-for-two with the clapping of their bodies. The feeling of fret and frantic breather filled the way. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his rachis as she had a gushing climax, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his weapons system under her cover and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for earnest lifetime. She stopped kissing him and gained a very cutter grinning. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her finger's breadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a thin motion picture of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his face and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Mount Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under undulation 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 follow across a hollow space in the ash, they would know it was from a short body that had decayed until being reduced to sprinkle, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting melted plaster into the cavities, they were able to create pure casts of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two organic structure, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the venereal area, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologist have concluded that they were making love, 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. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last time because they knew that they were going to die, but about viewers of the Lovers Cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making passion, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash fit through the doors and windowpane, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many masses dismiss this aspiration of fairy tail love, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artefact and while of art in the domain, for it's emotional value .