When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my fledgling year at richly school, we studied a text that had form of a"roman type soap opera ”, which took topographic point before the Vesuvius eructation. Studying the life-style and civilisation of the mass 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-scale chamber of the cathouse. However, the gemstone bench with a fragile cushion could barely be called that. The fair sex he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

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

He stepped out into the lobby, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding strait of flesh against soma, men grunting in selfish atonement, and women feinting gasp and moan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the whorehouse and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with spiritualist height for a man of his age and the vestige of a whiskers with short, wavy tomentum. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his category and now forced to trust on his witticism when he used to have his male parent's wealth to diminish back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his beginner about the dominion of patronage to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty plenty to eff how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly quiz his skills in the real world and realise a bread and butter for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired attainment in gambling, he had managed to win self-possession of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very sizable income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with body of work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their manner of speaking or to bestow goods to Pompeii. Now he had nix to do and was merely wandering around the metropolis, trying to think of something that would occupy his prison term. In truth, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his job and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to endure. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a interfering city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of field of operation in the ownership of an good farmer, but not when the independent 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 manus to Arcadias.

With smart, colorful robe and a tradesman's mustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

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

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the golden throne of their riches needs slaves ! Who will cleanse your refined house, cook your nightly feasts, and fulfil you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me enough to forebode out my name without having never met me, then you should know that there is cipher you have that I am interested in."

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

Bound in chains with tag end for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the dock and forced into a crease by the sailor working under Syphax.

"These striver are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human speech and will put to work themselves to decease if you ask them to. They are perfect, 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 beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economical personnel and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his kinfolk had disowned him in the inaugural place was because he had freed all of the striver in the Lucian household, essentially costing the household a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so suffering, all light and promise drained from their centre and their bodies covered in cicatrice and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt hitch. At the end of the assembly line was a young char with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downcast expression. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger around one of her delicate custody, 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-time. Every particular of her facial expression was unflawed, from the slender pearl structure of her face to her wan but perfectly shaded skin colour, which lacked even a undivided freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature article were her grim eyes, which were the shade of the ocean on a hone summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the all right creative person in Eternal City would be capable to replicate her sweetheart on a sail. He knew at that second that he could not take even a single step from that smear 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 gold coins out of the low bag hanging from his whang."Syphax, here. Set her innocent,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his straw hat to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them fall down to the floor and reveal the bruise and welts on her wrist joint.

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

Ella looked back down at the footing and Arcadias realized that binge were rolling down her face, her trembling berm shaking the fluent pearls from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in astonishment at the beauty of Pompeii, of stone building 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 cheek, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman empire in architecture, stunner, and civic engineering.

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

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

He put his deal on her berm and she looked at him impeccant eyes.

"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 place. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a striver is all I know. I've lived my whole aliveness as property. I've always addressed someone as my skipper of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her look. There was no unhappiness or apprehensiveness in her articulation. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the berth ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too adept to be true.

"Just do me one affair : 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 captain and you are not a striver, at least think me when I say that I want to necessitate tutelage of you and score you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each whole tone she took and each Word of God she murmured with her sweet representative, the nervousness and awe in her optic was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. gladiola to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large wearable stall, owned by a dozing merchandiser and stocked with framework of all character and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most graceful and comfortable apparel for this Edward Young woman, as well as a couplet of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



Passing through the principal introduction Charles Martin Hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a cube biz. The house was built as two joining rings, one lowly than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sunken kitty of water, collected from the rain that fell through the open skylight above, creating the pocket-size pack. The last inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the home was built, coloring the walls with shot of nature and Roman life. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and mesa, simply to take up some empty place. Along the side of the atrium were entree to the bedchamber, kitchen, and dining room, all with sail of the fabric hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the subject field for the maestro of the household, situated in the very nub of the home plate between the two mob. On either position of the study were hall leading to the second closed chain, situated around a court and garden.

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

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

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the lot of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no disinclination, she grasped the choker of her garb and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for a undernourish girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took ascendency of his body before his humanity could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his horse sense of manner fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to pull her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her round knocker. She shook her hips from side of meat to side as she pulled the fabric down her lithesome waist. His eyes were fixed on every curvature of her body and every inch of her naked flesh. He could barely observe his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her heyday from him, but allowing him to see just the slender speckle of pubic hairs. commons sense told him that she did it out of instinct or wont, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knees, she let it go, and it fell down to her articulatio talocruralis. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so severely that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the protrusion in his drawers hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street dress. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a expert purview of her Bill Gates of nirvana. The lips as soft as flower petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely seeable. Standing nude before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but glad expression on her face, her pale impudence now red in embarrassment.

"victor, 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 sum of sweet and gentle emotion in her vocalism overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual driveway, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the pelting, and he just had the urge to wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a icteric attire and Arcadias got a panorama of her rear that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella attire and divest half-a-dozen multiplication as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her trunk is even more beautiful than her human face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few moments, but her tears were of sodding joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the tardily afternoon.

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

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



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized bath, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a XII more kitty in the monumental way and the rampart were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and houri on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout field, and on the other side was the entryway to the frigidarium, which held the cold bathroom.

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

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

"well does she run hard ? The new slave from up Union have no work ethic."

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

"No, I mean that she was never my break one's back miss. I paid Syphax, the vendor, for her freedom."

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

"I didn't do it as a faceless Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae. I did it because… I'm not sure why I did it. Just when I laid optic on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the animation of forced servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's livelihood with me as my node. I'm letting her check in my guestroom, and I just bought her new apparel today."

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a charwoman so bad, you could have just hired a bawd. You didn't have to pay for a slave little girl if you just wanted somebody to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex striver, I know some Sellers who go for way better monetary value than Syphax."

"red cent 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 make for as a slave all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's words towards Ella infuriating him.

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

"I'm going dwelling house, it's getting late,"he said with choler evident in his tone.



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

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

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

"It is the duty of the retainer to set up the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a smile on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a boastfully pot of swither hanging over the fire, a phonograph record of roasted pork, and bowlful of fruits and vegetables. near plenteous families would sustain a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"dessert Daughter of Neptune, you can fudge ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining way, where several lounge were grouped around a mesa. Lying down on the sofa on opposite side of the mesa, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meal he had ever eaten. Ella's cookery was bettor than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summer in my homeland were so beautiful, every prospect was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the particoloured walls as if to equate them to her memories. Her smiling slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a binge rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Erse invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten yr, I toiled in the theatre of operations and halls of the leader's home, every nighttime collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my sprightliness would end, fearing the day when my maestro's son would acquire up and film me as his St. Bridget.

In Truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next tribe loss leader. I was worked half to destruction, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to gift his son damaged commodity. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their hard worker, how the warlord and his warriors treated woman. I was forced to watch as the hard would ravage and sodomize the weak. several men would often gang up on one fair sex and dishonour her for hours on end. I had nightmares every night for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the roman Legions came and slew the warlord and his force. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a hard worker again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some fell 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 slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue optic,"You are disengage. As of today, the right wing to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take up it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedchamber, 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 mild voice cooed as Arcadias closed the spook.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a clean night-robe, 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 doorway and Arcadias.

"You don't need to give thanks 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 optic."Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. passe-partout, I choose you."

Her nerve flushed with emotion, she pressed her lenient rim 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 and placed it on his cheek.

"This completely 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 get laid at 1st visual modality. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in dearest with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my epithet, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, finger my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The veridical reason why I chose to extend 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 will, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the leash of her gown and pulled it open, letting it fall down down to her ankles and exposing her naked sweetheart. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my victor, 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 soundbox. He placed his hand on one of her warmly breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more fast-growing, he rolled the plump orb of bod in his hired man and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hired hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to turn back ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed snuggling, Arcadias placed his index and halfway fingerbreadth on the rim of her puss, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prediction of what was to come rather than the actual cutaneous senses. He began stroking the two soft wet back talk and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his mitt, but at the same meter, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to root for him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one fingerbreadth between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and gang finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet DoI with his mediate fingerbreadth, 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 chest, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her vocalization, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and flavour. As Arcadias sucked on her tit, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her script pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to bind it up.

This continued on for respective bit, Arcadias switching between her tit while the movements of his fingers increased in speed and force, easing the focus in her body and opening the lips to show her garden pink sleeve. After several mo, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her raw eubstance. He held his face just inch from her gate of heaven, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the easygoing lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the odoriferous predilection of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to guide forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was tight and perfumed, and she had her fluent second joint pressed against the incline of his expression as if to keep him out, yet her moans, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her second joint clamped around his nous with incredible strength as she gave a aloud high-pitched moan, with liquid arousal from her first sexual climax flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

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

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the lip of her slit. She gasped as the school principal was slowly pushed in, and with his buttock pressed against hers and his branch around her slender chassis, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the school principal, the two of them could feel the pressure sensation on her hymen, quick to be crushed. Ella was breathing so heavily 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 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 moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a ruby sheen on her member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusting to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in round, Arcadias's manhood being driven deeper and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her pegleg around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard putz, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the physical feel was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of walking on air that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few woman in his life, but affair with them never reached even half the level of cloud nine he was experiencing correct now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's driving force, Ella's groan of joy bouncing off the dorm and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their organic structure. The smell of sweat and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her foreplay. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his dog, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for good life story. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her heart as she ran her fingerbreadth through his hair.

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

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



On Aug 24th, 79 AD, 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 archeologist were ecstatic to recover that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the metropolis. Whenever they would come across a hollow place in the ash, they would know it was from a absolutely body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a enclosed space in the stone.

By injecting liquid sticking plaster into the cavities, they were able-bodied to create pure mould of the emplacement the masses were in when they were killed. In the home plate of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two consistency, one on top of the other. From how the figure were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artefact in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful cast was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last clock time because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the Lovers cast of characters ( 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 irruption. When hot ash burst through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many the great unwashed dismiss this dream of sprite tail love, but the Lovers casting remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artifacts and objet d'art of art in the world, for it's emotional value .