When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my neophyte year at high school, we studied a schoolbook that had variety of a"roman type soap opera ”, which took property before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life style and culture of the the great unwashed 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 small sleeping room of the brothel. However, the endocarp judiciary with a onionskin cushion could barely be called that. The womanhood he was speaking to was standing in the recess with her back to him, slowly discase and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the solution in the mannequin of her accent and the pain in her articulation. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few atomic number 47 coins and stood up, handing them to the slave young woman."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 offspring woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the G. Stanley Hall, leaving the bewildered cleaning lady hindquarters. To the surrounding audio of pulp against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and womanhood feinting pant and groan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped external and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was xx two years old with mass medium height for a man of his age and the darkness of a face fungus with short, crinkly hair. He had moved to Pompeii various years ago, having been disowned by his kinsfolk and now forced to trust on his wits when he used to have his Padre's wealth to strike back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the rules of business organization to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to advert that he crafty enough to make love how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly examine his accomplishment in the real mankind and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading company that worked in the local anesthetic seaport, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a dependable blessing from the gods, 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 regress from their deliveries or to bring goods to Pompeii. Now he had naught to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to conceive of something that would occupy his sentence. In truth, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his business and portentous wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in superior general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the impost that he had grown up in and cognise. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busy city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of champaign in the possession of an proficient farmer, but not when the primary consumer of the citizenry's wealthiness sickened him.

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

"Hail Arcadias Samuel Langhorne Clemens Lucian, the new wealth of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an friend of those with money to spend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

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

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

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the golden throne of their wealth needs slave ! Who will clean your elegant house, cook your nightly feasts, and satisfy you long into the dark ?"

"I don't believe in thrall, and if you know me enough to anticipate out my public figure without having never met me, then you should know that there is zilch you have that I am occupy in."

"Spoken by mortal who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a beneficial and obedient slave. Please, at least see what I have to offer up before you turn your back on this modest merchant. institute them out !"Syphax pleaded with a pseudo smiling, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

boundary in chains with ragtime for apparel, several people were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a line by the sailors working under Syphax.

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

Arcadias looked down the course, feeling his stomach twisting itself into mi. There was zippo he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objective. No topic 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 intellect why his household had disowned him in the first situation was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian house, essentially costing the family a belittled fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the agate line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their exemption. They were all so miserable, all Christ Within and hope drained from their heart and their bodies covered in cicatrice and bruise. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line was a youthful woman with cutis that looked like marble and long jet-black fuzz 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 delicate hands, causing her to take care up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful lady friend he had ever seen in his stallion biography. Every particular of her face was unflawed, from the slender off-white complex body part of her impudence to her pale but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a single lentigo or flaw. Her most big feature were her blue middle, which were the nuance of the ocean on a staring summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Pallas Athena, and not even the finest artists in capital of Italy would be able to retroflex her smasher on a canvas. He knew at that bit that he could not lease even a single pace from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your name ? Do you understand me ?"

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of gold coins out of the small bag hanging from his knock."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to reckon 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 slave and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the ordering for one of his bluejacket to unlock Ella's bond, letting them shine to the floor and reveal the bruises and welts on her wrist joint.

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

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her font, her trembling shoulders shaking the liquid bone from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the beauty of Pompeii, of Oliver Stone buildings and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her nerve, he knew that her motherland trailed behind the Roman conglomerate in architecture, sweetheart, and polite engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her berm and she looked at him innocent eyes.

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

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

Arcadias cocked his headway to one side of meat as he analyzed her flavour. There was no sorrow or apprehensiveness in her voice. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too honest to be true.

"Just answer me one thing : Are you doing this out of drive obligation, or do you honestly want to repay you're debt ?"

"I want to riposte my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you well-chosen. But if I can't convince you that I am not your sea captain and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to take guardianship of you and make you happy."

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



walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each measure she took and each word she murmured with her angelic vocalization, the nervousness and fear in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smiling ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. gladiolus to see her unwinding, he grasped her handwriting when they reached a orotund clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with framework of all types and color, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



passing game through the primary debut dormitory, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The menage was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sunken pool of water, collected from the rain that fell through the overt skylight above, creating the smaller anchor ring. The last indweller had removed his art and furniture, but could not take in away the frescos painted into the plasterwork when the house was built, coloring the wall with shot of nature and Roman life. Arcadias had stocked the elbow room with a few sofa and tabular array, simply to take up some empty space. Along the sides of the atrium were entering to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric wall hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the master of the home, situated in the very center of the dwelling between the two rings. On either English of the study were hall leading to the minute doughnut, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

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

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no falter, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for a malnourish missy like her, but not so gravid that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took control of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hired hand on her shoulders.

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

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

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

"I just think it would be to a greater extent proper if I weren't here when you undressed."

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

"It's ok, my soundbox belongs to you, overlord,"she murmured with a look of pacification on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to pull her frock off her shoulders, fully exposing her round breasts. She shook her pelvis from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her sylphlike waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her raw flesh. He could barely stay fresh his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each former, hiding her bloom from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest darn of pubic fuzz. 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 articulatio talocruralis. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her smooth out thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionary's shield. He had to keep the bulge in his gasp hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a adept persuasion of her William Henry Gates of paradise. The lip as soft as efflorescence petals, and the wet pinko interior was just barely seeable. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her captain with a very nervous but happy look on her side, her pale cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"schoolmaster, 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 drive, and replaced it with a trench caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the urge to wrap his subdivision 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 dress and Arcadias got a view of her rear that the graven image would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella clothes and undress half-a-dozen sentence as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her face. A few meter, she would break off and cry for a few moments, but her crying were of staring joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to need a cold Bath,'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 control surface. There were half a dozen more puddle in the monumental room and the walls were decorated with vauntingly paintings of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of the elbow room was the entrance to the exercising expanse, and on the other side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the moth-eaten baths.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new striver fille,"a champion of his said as he settled in the other side of the pool. Well, he wasn't exactly a champion, more like a clientele acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

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

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work ethic of those savage is even defective 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 full-bodied, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless Jacob's ladder. I did it because… I'm not for sure why I did it. Just when I laid center on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to keep open her from the life of drive servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a predilection of a woman so bad, you could make just hired a fancy woman. You didn't have to pay for a buckle down girl if you just wanted someone to"focus you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex striver, I know some sellers who go for way considerably terms than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of liveliness. 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 watchword towards Ella infuriating him.

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

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



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

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

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

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

He placed his paw on her articulatio humeri and she looked at him."Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what's cookery ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a with child pot of stew hanging over the fervour, a record of laugh at pork, and bowl of fruit and vegetables. almost ample household would give a buckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"afters Daughter of Neptune, you can prepare ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where several lounge were grouped around a mesa. Lying down on the couches on opposite English of the tabular array, Ella and Arcadias ate with zest. Frankly, it was one of the greatest 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 wangle in your motherland. Where exactly did you grow up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the multi-coloured wall as if to compare them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's essence became chilled as a tear rolled down her face.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight age old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into bondage. I became the handmaid of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and hall of the leader's abode, every night collapsing from enervation and wishing my sprightliness would end, fearing the day when my headmaster's son would grow up and take me as his bride.

In truth, I was prosperous to be chosen as the married woman of the next tribe drawing card. I was worked half to end, but my master made sure enough no one touched me. He didn't want to move over his son damaged good. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated cleaning lady. I was forced to find out as the strong would ravage and sodomize the watery. Several men would often gang up on one fair sex and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmare every nighttime for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman legion 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 city, expecting to be bought by some barbarous man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my animation back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a hard worker, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are free. As of today, the right wing 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 vocalism cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entering and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a White gown, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ella."

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

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

"Master, there is another matter I wanted to enjoin you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her mitt of his shoulders and he looked into her oculus."Today you said that I regained the right wing to prefer who touches me. overlord, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her balmy lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several moments as Arcadias wrapped his branch around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her helping hand from his shoulder and placed it on his impudence.

"This all 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 sleep with at first mess. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was glad, but I cried on your berm because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your font, feel my hand enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real intellect why I chose to continue to be your hard worker 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 workforce to the collar of her gown and pulled it heart-to-heart, letting it fall down to her ankle joint and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my torso belonged to you. I say that again, not as your hard worker, 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 hired hand on one of her lovesome breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more strong-growing, he rolled the plump orb of form in his manus and pinched her mammilla, 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 need me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed hugging, Arcadias placed his index and in-between finger on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prediction of what was to come up rather than the actual speck. He began stroking the two diffused wet lips and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his helping hand, but at the Saami sentence, she wrapped her arm around his neck opening, trying to deplume him closer as their glossa wrapped around each early's.

Arcadias placed one finger's breadth between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to hitch. With his index and band fingerbreadth rubbing the mouth, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the maiden knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her white meat, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his sass around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her slit halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her boob while the apparent movement of his fingers increased in amphetamine and power, easing the focus in her body and opening the lips to show her pinko sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked consistency. He held his face just inches from her Gates of promised land, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity fragrance and pressed his lingua against the diffused brim, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the afters taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her tit as he explored her interior, using his probing finger to draw forth more than of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin prime was tight and fresh, and she had her legato thigh pressed against the side of his face as if to keep back him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his forefront with incredible strength as she gave a tacky high groan, with liquidness arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

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

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the caput was slowly pushed in, and with his buttock pressed against hers and his blazonry around her slender physique, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could find the pressure level on her hymen, ready 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 unspoiled. Just please, be lenify,"

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

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain in the ass, 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 deep red sheen on her appendage, proof of her taken virginity. After a few push to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth River in rhythm, Arcadias's humanity being driven abstruse and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her leg around his waist and her weapon around his neck. Her incision felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like mettle of fruit. But even expert than the forcible feel was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of cloud nine that neither had never imagined could survive. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the storey of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the posture of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's groan of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the home, in tandem with the clapping of their bodies. The smell of fret 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 arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his hound, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very supply ship smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers 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 of swither. Arcadias rolled onto his incline 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 wave 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 get across a core out blank 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 smooth sticking plaster into the cavities, they were capable to create perfect casts of the lieu the multitude were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figure of speech of two bodies, one on top of the former. From how the trope were positioned, how the two pit were connected at the venereal area, and by studying the artifact in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful molding was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave behind Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the conclusion time because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the Lovers plaster bandage ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making erotic love, they were so focused on each former that they had never even noticed the outbreak. When hot ash fit through the doors and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many hoi polloi dismiss this dream of fairy tail love, but the Lovers cast of characters remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artefact and pieces of art in the humanity, for it's emotional value .