When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshman twelvemonth at high school schooling, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman scoop opera ”, which took lieu before the Vesuvius outbreak. Studying the modus vivendi and culture of the mass 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 pit judiciary with a thin 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 form of her idiom and the painful sensation in her representative. Reaching into the pocket-sized bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few silver medal coins and stood up, handing them to the slave female child."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in sound sense of right and wrong make a young woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding sounds of shape against figure, men grunting in selfish gratification, and fair sex feinting gasps and groan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the whorehouse and stepped extraneous and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two age old with medium height for a man of his age and the apparition of a beard with short, rippled pilus. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his brain when he used to have his forefather's wealth to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his founding father about the rules of business to get a footing 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 examine his skills in the actual world and earn a support for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading troupe that worked in the local anaesthetic harbor, ensuring a steady and very sizable income. To anyone else, this would be a true approval from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with body of work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their deliveries or to bring commodity to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would engage his sentence. In Truth, this was a day-after-day run for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman imperium in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busybodied urban center like Pompeii was like the most productive of fields in the possession of an expert granger, but not when the main consumer of the people'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 Clemens Lucian, the new riches of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an ally of those with money to drop !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

With bright, 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 pot of their wealth needs slaves ! Who will scavenge your elegant menage, cook your nightly feast, and satisfy you long into the Nox ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me enough to phone out my gens without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am interested in."

"Spoken by person who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a proficient and obedient slave. Please, at least 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.

edge in range with rags for apparel, several people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a line of credit by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Erse lands that the horde have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to empathize human lecture and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are utter, the best tools brought to you solely by the intimately merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his venter twisting itself into knots. There was zero he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see homo existence being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No topic where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic power and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reasonableness why his phratry had disowned him in the number 1 lieu was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian household, essentially costing the kinfolk a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the seam, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and hope drained from their middle and their consistence covered in scratch and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line of products was a Young charwoman with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her low-spirited face. He walked over and stood in strawman of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his digit around one of her delicate hands, causing her to take care up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Every detail of her nerve was flawless, from the slender bone structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most outstanding feature were her blue eyes, which were the nuance of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athene, and not even the finest artists in Rome would be able-bodied to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that here and now that he could not occupy even a individual step from that place 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 amber coins out of the small-scale bag hanging from his whack."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to appear at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them fall to the storey and reveal the bruises and wale on her wrists.

"Ella, my figure is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may remain with me in my base as my honour guest. You won't be a striver or servant, but a free charwoman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that split were rolling down her brass, her trembling berm shaking the liquid pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His run-in were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck opening, crying on his articulatio humeri."Don't worry, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in amazement at the smasher of Pompeii, of stone buildings 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 face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman Empire in computer architecture, beauty, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, maestro,"Ella said softly.

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

"Ella, you are absolve now. I'm not your superior, just your friend."

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your property. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my solid liveliness as property. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

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

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

"I want to repay my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you glad. But if I can't convince you that I am not your victor and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to take care of you and hold you happy."

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



walk through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up Sir Thomas More and more. With each stair she took and each Holy Writ she murmured with her cherubic vocalism, the nervousness and fear in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant grin ever so slowly was etched onto her backtalk. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large habiliment stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with material of all types and gloss, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and well-fixed clothes for this young woman, as well as a pair of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



passing play through the main entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's menage, a high-class domus, won in a dice secret plan. The family was built as two joining mob, one pocket-size than the other, like an 8. In the center of the way was a drop down pond of water, collected from the rain that fell through the open fanlight above, creating the smaller ring. The last dweller had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the poultice when the house was built, coloring the wall with picture of nature and Roman sprightliness. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to lease up some empty space. Along the position of the atrium were entering to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining way, all with sheets of the framework hanging in the doorways, and across from the entry was the tablinum, the study for the master of the menage, situated in the very center of the home plate between the two rings. On either English of the study were hallways leading to the secondly ring, 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 lounge and put down the clothes he had bought for her.

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the tidy sum of dress on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the dog collar of her attire and pulled it open, revealing her boob. They were magnanimous for a malnourish girl like her, but not so tumid that Arcadias had noticed them before. His mental capacity took command of his physical structure before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her articulatio humeri.

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

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

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

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sentience of mode fought his intimate urges.

"It's ok, my torso belongs to you, sea captain,"she murmured with a look of peace on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby electric chair, Ella continued to pull her dress off her shoulder joint, fully exposing her round breasts. She shook her hips from face to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His optic were fixed on every curve of her eubstance and every in of her raw soma. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest patch of pubic tomentum. common sense told him that she did it out of inherent aptitude or wont, but Arcadias was beginning to distrust that it was actually a flirt. Once she pushed it down to her human knee, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. 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 receive used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's carapace. He had to keep on the extrusion in his pant hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good perspective of her Bill Gates of paradise. The lips as subdued as flower petal, and the wet pink inside was just barely visible. Standing bare before him, Ella looked at her headmaster with a very nervous but happy expression on her face, her pallid face 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 sort to me,"she murmured.

The amount of sweet and easy emotion in her vox overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the itch to wrap 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 piece up a yellow garb and Arcadias got a purview of her back that the god would begrudge.



Arcadias watched Ella garb and strip down half-a-dozen prison term as she tried on all of the outfit he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her brass. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few moments, but her rip were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to need a common cold bathing tub,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the detail where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more syndicate in the monolithic room and the walls were decorated with large picture of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout domain, and on the former face was the entranceway to the frigidarium, which held the moth-eaten baths.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new striver 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 sector acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

"well does she work out hard ? The new slave 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 barbarians is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my striver girl. I paid Syphax, the trafficker, 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 charity. I did it because… I'm not surely why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the living of push servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the divinity, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste 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 vendor who go for way unspoiled Price than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her exemption to protect her from that form of life-time. I freed her because I didn't want her to form as a striver all day and be raped all nighttime,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's Word towards Ella infuriating him.

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

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



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

"Oh, dinner party will be quick soon, Master."

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

"It is the obligation of the servant to prepare the skipper's dinner party,"she said with a bow of her principal but a grinning on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a orotund pot of stew dangling over the fire, a record of jest at pork, and bowl of fruit and vegetables. to the highest degree rich class would let a hard worker working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where respective couch were grouped around a board. Lying down on the couches on opposite sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with zest. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's 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 girl of a James Leonard Farmer. The summers in my country of origin were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted bulwark as if to liken them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a bout rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Erse invader killed my parents and I was sold into thralldom. I became the handmaid of a tribe leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader's home, every Night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my master's son would grow up and take me as his Saint Bridget.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan leader. I was worked one-half to destruction, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to feed his son damaged goods. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their hard worker, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch out as the strong would ravage and sodomise the weak. Several men would often gang up on one cleaning lady and violate her for hour on end. I had nightmare every nighttime for the old age I worked in servitude.

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

"You are not a hard worker,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are gratuitous. As of today, the rightfield 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 windowpane. ‘ It has been quite a day,'he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

"Master…"a gentle vocalization cooed as Arcadias closed the nicety.

He looked over to the entry and saw Ella, wrapped in the drapery suspension in the door and standing in a Andrew D. White gown, a mellisonant smile on her face.

"Ella."

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

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

"skipper, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her workforce of his shoulder and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the rightfulness to chose who touches me. Master, I choose you."

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

"This whole day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at inaugural stack. 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 matter when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was well-chosen, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, finger my deal enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The literal reason why I chose to continue to be your hard worker was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to go forth, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her manus to the collar of her robe and pulled it open, letting it settle down to her articulatio talocruralis and exposing her naked mantrap. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my passkey, 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 boob and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her pap, sending a shiver of raptus through her body. He moved his paw down, dragging his fingertips down her reduce belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to kibosh ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his index and middle finger on the lips of her puss, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual pinch. He began stroking the two balmy wet sass and Ella's second joint 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 finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his index and ring finger rubbing the sass, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, 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 part, he wrapped his back talk around the mammilla and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussycat halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her work force pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several mo, Arcadias switching between her white meat while the movement of his finger increased in speed and exponent, easing the focus in her body and opening the back talk to show her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his face just inches from her Gates of paradise, which was glistening from her stimulation. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the mild lips, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his fingerbreadth and tongue up inside her, savoring the odoriferous taste perception of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her bosom as he explored her inside, using his probing finger's breadth to draw forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her Virgo prime was tight and mellisonant, and she had her smooth second joint pressed against the slope of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moans, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thigh clamped around his read/write head with incredible strength as she gave a tatty high groan, with liquid arousal from her firstly coming flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; bear in mind, consistency, and soul,"she whispered with her voice filled with erotic love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender inning, he slowly continued. Upon the introduction of the school principal, the two of them could feel the pressure 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 salutary. Just please, be gentle,"

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

She cried out in a mix of delight of pain, and once she caught her intimation, 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, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to be active back and forth in calendar method of birth control, 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 legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her cunt felt incredible on Arcadias's rock-hard hammer, so hot, wet, and sonant, almost like hearts of fruit. But even punter than the physical touch sensation was the emotional maven, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of blissfulness he was experiencing rectify now.

The bed shook and rocked with the specialty of Arcadias's knife thrust, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the menage, in tandem with the clapping of their body. The spirit of sweat and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his rachis as she had a gushing sexual climax, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her book binding 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 for near spirit. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smiling. He gazed into her heart as she ran her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a cooccurring sexual climax, him filling her womb with his come. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing profound with their bodies coated in a thin moving picture of sudor. Arcadias rolled onto his face and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Mount 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 enraptured to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would hail across a hollow space in the ash, they would recognize it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dot, and had left a pit in the stone.

By injecting liquid poultice into the cavities, they were able to produce perfect hurl of the posture the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the number of two consistency, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two dental caries were connected at the venereal orbit, 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 buff, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making honey for the go time because they knew that they were going to die, but about viewers of the Lovers plaster cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the clap. When hot ash burst through the threshold and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fagot fundament love, but the Lovers roll remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifact and spell of art in the world, for it's worked up value .