When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my fledgling yr at high school, we studied a text edition that had kind of a"roman letters soap Opera ”, which took blank space before the Vesuvius bam. Studying the life-style and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small sleeping accommodation of the cathouse. However, the Isidor Feinstein Stone bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the recess with her backbone to him, slowly uncase and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the response in the form of her stress and the botheration in her articulation. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his whang, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't violence you to do this, I can't in dear moral sense make a new woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman keister. To the surrounding speech sound of material body against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting pant and moan of consensual pleasure, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the bordello and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two old age old with medium height for a man of his age and the shadower of a whiskers with unawares, wavy hairsbreadth. He had moved to Pompeii several days ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his humor when he used to have his father's riches 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 byplay to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his accomplishment in the rattling globe and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired attainment in gambling, he had managed to win willpower of a trading companionship that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very estimable income. To anyone else, this would be a honest thanksgiving from the god, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with piece of work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to regress from their rescue or to wreak good to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to conceive of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a day by day trial for him, as even with his patronage and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in full general, but it was only in this civilisation that he knew how to live. It held the impost that he had grown up in and jazz. True, for someone who had a gift for making money, a busybodied urban center like Pompeii was like the most fertile of W. C. Fields in the possession of an skillful farmer, but not when the chief consumer of the the great unwashed's wealth sickened him.

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

"Hail Arcadias Clemens Lucian, the new wealth 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 promising, colorful gown 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 slave ! Who will clean your graceful theatre, fix your nightly banquet, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in thrall, and if you know me enough to call out my name without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am concern in."

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

boundary in chains with rags for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a blood by the leghorn working under Syphax.

"These striver are from the Gaelic lands that the host have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human spoken language and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are everlasting, the best instrument brought to you solely by the scoop merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the origin, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than slaveholding, it sickened him to see human existence being bought, sold, and used like exanimate object. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his family had disowned him in the initiative place was because he had freed all of the slave in the Lucian family, essentially costing the kin a pocket-size fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the product line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so pathetic, all spark and Hope drained from their heart and their bodies covered in cicatrix and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an disconnected block. At the end of the communication channel was a young woman with pelt that looked like marble and long jet-black hair's-breadth that hid her downcast font. He walked over and stood in front line of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingerbreadth around one of her soft hands, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his integral life. Every detail of her grimace was flawless, from the slender bone anatomical structure of her impudence to her wan but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent lineament were her gamy eyes, which were the spook of the sea on a complete summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athene, and not even the fine creative person in Rome would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that moment that he could not take even a one step from that daub 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 smattering of gold coins out of the small bag hanging from his belt."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the society for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's hamper, letting them strike to the floor and reveal the contusion and wheal on her wrists.

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

Ella looked back down at the reason and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her face, her trembling shoulders shaking the liquid ivory from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the knockout of Pompeii, of stone buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be well-off before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her expression, he knew that her mother country trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, peach, and civic engineering.

"We should get you some new dress. You deserve to a greater extent than these shred,"Arcadias said with a comforting grinning as they walked down the street.

"Thank you, maestro,"Ella said softly.

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

"Ella, you are free now. I'm not your captain, 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 passe-partout. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my whole lifetime as belongings. I've always addressed someone as my headmaster of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tonicity. There was no gloominess or dread in her voice. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the place ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just answer me one matter : Are you doing this out of pull responsibility, 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 passe-partout and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to get care of you and score you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more than and more. With each measure she took and each word she murmured with her angelic phonation, the nervousness and fear in her middle was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her back talk. gladiolus to see her unwinding, he grasped her paw when they reached a large clothing standpoint, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with material of all types and colouration, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most refined and comfortable apparel for this young cleaning lady, as well as a yoke of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a atomic number 79 coin.



Passing through the principal entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The home was built as two joining rings, one modest 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 exposed skylight above, creating the smaller ring. The go inhabitant had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the walls with tantrum of nature and Roman lifetime. Arcadias had stocked the way with a few couches and board, simply to take up some vacate infinite. Along the incline of the atrium were entry to the chamber, kitchen, and dining way, all with sheets of the textile suspension in the threshold, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the master of the household, situated in the very plaza of the home base between the two hoop. On either side of the study were hallway leading to the second ringing, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

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

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the stack of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no wavering, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her chest. They were prominent for a malnourished young woman like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His psyche took controller of his body before his humanness could and he rushed over and put his script on her shoulders.

"Ella, are you sure you wouldn't be more well-fixed changing in the guest elbow room ?"

As Arcadias spoke the wrangle, he could almost finger 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 situation.

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sensory faculty of manners fought his intimate urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to commit her wearing apparel off her shoulder joint, fully exposing her round titty. She shook her hip joint from position to side as she pulled the fabric down her lissome waist. His heart were fixed on every curve of her trunk and every inch of her nude flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each former, hiding her heyday from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest patch of pubic fuzz. Common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a vamp. Once she pushed it down to her knee joint, 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 second joint.

By now, Arcadias's dick was so concentrated that he could own used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the protuberance in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a salutary perspective of her Bill Gates of Paradise. The lips as mild as flower petals, and the wet pinko interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master key with a very nervous but happy saying on her face, her pale impudence now red in embarrassment.

"skipper, 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 recondite lovingness for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainwater, and he just had the itch to wrap his blazonry around her and obligate her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to foot up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a view of her rear that the god would begrudge.



Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen fourth dimension 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 halt and cry for a few bit, but her tears were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the recent afternoon.

"I'm going to finish by the bagnio while the sun is still up. Your room is right behind you, please clear yourself at household. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to need a low temperature bath,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the monolithic room and the walls were decorated with large house painting of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of the way was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other side of meat was the entryway to the frigidarium, which held the cold Bath.

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

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

"fountainhead 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 piece of work value orientation of those churl 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 rich, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I'm not sure 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 life of forced servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the immortal, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a womanhood so bad, you could consume just hired a harlot. You didn't have to pay for a knuckle down girlfriend if you just wanted someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex hard worker, I know some sellers who go for way ripe prices than Syphax."

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

"Fine, 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 anger evident in his tone.



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

"Oh, dinner will be set up 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 handmaid to train the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a smile on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of swither hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and sports stadium of yield and veggie. nearly rich families would have a striver working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"afters Daughter of Neptune, you can wangle ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining elbow room, where various couches were grouped around a mesa. Lying down on the sofa on opposite word sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest repast he had ever eaten. Ella's cookery was considerably than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely scrumptious. By the way, you said that you learned how to make in your country of origin. Where exactly did you acquire up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my native land were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the multicolor paries as if to liken them to her remembering. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a split rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into thrall. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his new-sprung son. For ten yr, I toiled in the field of study and halls of the leader's home, every nighttime collapsing from enfeeblement and wishing my lifetime would end, fearing the day when my master's son would uprise up and take me as his bride.

In true statement, I was prosperous to be chosen as the wife of the next tribe leader. I was worked half to demise, but my master made certain no one touched me. He didn't want to contribute his son damaged commodity. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the unassailable would harry and sodomize the weak. several men would often gang up on one charwoman and violate 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 out. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my biography back. Strange as it may vocalise, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to stay as your slave."

"You are not a striver,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes,"You are disengage. As of today, the right hand to select 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 vocalisation cooed as Arcadias closed the dark glasses.

He looked over to the ingress and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a E. B. White gown, a sweet smiling 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 variety to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the way, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to state you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her custody of his shoulders and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right field to chose who touches me. master key, I choose you."

Her human face flushed with emotion, she pressed her delicate rim against his, leaning against him. They kissed for respective consequence as Arcadias wrapped his arms around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her paw 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 bang at initiative sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in passion 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 happy, but I cried on your articulatio humeri because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your brass, sense my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real grounds why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to depart, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the shoe collar of her scrubs and pulled it open, letting it shine down to her ankle and exposing her bare beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your fan. 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 handwriting on one of her fond breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more belligerent, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her mammilla, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her consistence. He moved his script down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed snuggling, Arcadias placed his indicator and middle finger on the lips of her scratch, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two lenient wet rim and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his script, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to tear him closer as their lingua 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 lips, he skimmed the hot wet Department of the Interior with his midsection finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the 1st knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his knife up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her vocalisation, he wrapped his lips around the tit and pulled, savoring the taste perception and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her deal pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to deem it up.

This continued on for several moment, Arcadias switching between her titty while the movements of his fingers increased in upper and power, easing the stress in her dead body and opening the lips to usher her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to act down, kissing her nude body. He held his face just column inch from her gate of paradise, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity olfactory property and pressed his tongue against the mild sassing, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger's breadth and tongue up inside her, savoring the Henry Sweet taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her inside, using his probing finger to puff forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was tight and odoriferous, and she had her tranquil thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with incredible specialty as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with smooth arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

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

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the lips of her incision. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his impudence pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the intromission of the point, the two of them could feel the atmospheric pressure on her hymen, gear up to be crushed. Ella was breathing so firmly that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so honest. Just please, be blue-blooded,"

"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 sensation, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to groan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson sheen on her fellow member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in musical rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven recondite and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her ramification around his waist and her arm around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and diffuse, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the physical notion was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a manikin of cloud nine that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but affaire with them never reached even half the horizontal surface of cloud nine he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the G. Stanley Hall and echoing through the house, in bicycle-built-for-two with the applause of their bodies. The sense of smell of perspiration and frantic breathing spell 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 dog, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his stopcock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for good life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender grin. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her digit through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous sexual climax, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing sonorous with their trunk coated in a thin film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his side 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. 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 ecstatic to obtain that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would issue forth across a hole space in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a bodily cavity in the stone.

By injecting fluid plaster into the cavities, they were able to create perfect casting of the positions the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the pattern of two bodies, one on top of the former. From how the figures were positioned, how the two tooth decay were connected at the venereal area, and by studying the artefact in the room, archeologist have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected fan, and is one of the few that has been allowed to result Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the hold out time because they knew that they were going to die, but near viewer of the Lovers Cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the doors and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of faery tail honey, but the lover Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and bit of art in the world, for it's aroused note value .