When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my neophyte class at mellow school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"roman print grievous bodily harm opera ”, which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life-style and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small sleeping accommodation of the brothel. However, the rock work bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The womanhood he was speaking to was standing in the box with her backrest to him, slowly strip and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the figure of her stress and the painfulness in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were sodding. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in estimable scruples make a Whitney Young charwoman 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 auditory sensation of human body against anatomy, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting gasp and moans of consensual pleasance, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the bordello and stepped out of doors and into the street of the brilliant city of Pompeii. He was 20 two years old with mass medium pinnacle for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with brusk, wavelike whisker. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his menage and now forced to rely on his brainpower when he used to have his Church Father's wealth to go down back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the regulation of patronage to get a footing in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty enough to be intimate how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his acquirement in the real human beings and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired attainment in gambling, he had managed to win self-control of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a true boon from the Supreme Being, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to devolve from their deliveries or to institute good to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a daily test for him, as even with his commercial enterprise and surpassing wealthiness, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman empire in cosmopolitan, 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 busy city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of fields in the possession of an expert Fannie Farmer, but not when the principal consumer of the masses's wealth sickened him.

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

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

With brightly, 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 gold throne of their riches needs slaves ! Who will houseclean your refined house, fix your nightly spread, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

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

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

Bound in strand with rags for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a line of descent by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Gaelic lands that the host have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at to the lowest degree are able to understand man speech and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the best pecker brought to you solely by the advantageously merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his abdomen twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated Sir Thomas More than thraldom, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No subject where he went, slaveholding was still an unstoppable economic strength and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The understanding why his family had disowned him in the first place was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian family, essentially costing the home a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the descent, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in cicatrice and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line was a young woman with skin that looked like marble and tenacious jet-black hair that hid her downcast face. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around one of her delicate hands, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire liveliness. Every particular of her grimace was flawless, from the slender ivory anatomical structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a undivided freckle or defect. Her most big feature were her blue middle, which were the shade of the ocean on a perfective summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the hunky-dory artists in Italian capital would be able to copy her beauty on a sail. He knew at that moment that he could not have even a 1 step from that berth if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your name ? Do you empathize 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 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 feed hard worker and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the purchase order for one of his Panama hat to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them devolve to the floor and unveil the bruises and wale on her wrists.

"Ella, my name is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stay with me in my habitation as my honored node. You won't be a slave or servant, but a dislodge woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tear were rolling down her aspect, her trembling shoulder shaking the liquified off-white from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the stunner 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 letters Empire in architecture, stunner, 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, captain,"Ella said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to give back my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you felicitous. But if I can't convince you that I am not your master and you are not a hard worker, at least believe me when I say that I want to necessitate care of you and make you happy."

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



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up Thomas More and more. With each step she took and each Christian Bible she murmured with her angelical spokesperson, the jitteriness and fright in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all character and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most graceful and comfy wearing apparel for this young woman, as well as a distich of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



going through the main entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a die plot. The planetary house was built as two joining anchor ring, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the center of attention of the room was a sunken pocket billiards of water, collected from the rain that fell through the open skylight above, creating the lowly annulus. The go inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not get hold of away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the paries with tantrum of nature and Roman aliveness. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to take up some vacate distance. Along the slope of the atrium were entryway to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining way, all with sheets of the fabric wall hanging in the doorways, and across from the entry was the tablinum, the study for the master of the family, situated in the very center of the home between the two rings. On either position of the subject area were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a court and garden.

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

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

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite spooky. 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 pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no disinclination, she grasped the collar of her frock and pulled it undecided, revealing her breast. They were large for a malnourished girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His wit took control of his body before his humanity could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulders.

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

As Arcadias spoke the words, he could almost sense his member reaching up and smacking him in the back of the headspring for talking.

"What do you mean ?"she asked, completely incognizant of the situation.

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

His genius was tearing itself apart as his sentiency of manners fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to force her garb off her articulatio humeri, fully exposing her one shot white meat. She shook her hips from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender shank. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her torso and every inch of her raw flesh. He could barely hold back 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 pilus. commons sense told him that she did it out of instinct or drug abuse, but Arcadias was beginning to surmise that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knees, 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 experience used it as a Chemical Mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shell. He had to save the bulge in his knickers hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a unspoiled prospect of her gates of paradise. The lips as soft as flower petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very anxious but well-chosen reflexion on her face, her pale impertinence now red in embarrassment.

"Master, I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for me. No one has ever been so kind to me,"she murmured.

The sum of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual effort, and replaced it with a abstruse caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the impulse to wrap his weapon around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a yellow apparel and Arcadias got a eyeshot of her bum that the gods would begrudge.



Arcadias watched Ella wearing apparel and uncase half-a-dozen time as she tried on all of the kit he had bought her, and frankly, her trunk is even more beautiful than her face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few here and now, but her tears were of thoroughgoing joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

"I'm going to halt by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your room is right behind you, please earn yourself at home. 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 baths, heated to the peak where there was steam wafting from the control surface. There were half a 12 more kitty in the massive room and the wall were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one English of the room was the ingress to the physical exercise area, and on the other side was the entree to the frigidarium, which held the cold 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 pool. Well, he wasn't exactly a friend, more like a occupation conversancy, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

"Well 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 moral principle of those barbarians is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my striver daughter. I paid Syphax, the vendor, for her freedom."

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

"I didn't do it as a faceless brotherly love. 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 bring through her from the life-time of forced 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 clothes today."

"By the gods, 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 someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way in force prices than Syphax."

"damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to work as a slave all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's parole towards Ella infuriating him.

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

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



Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of various delicious smasher. 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 prepare dinner party for you when I got back,"Arcadias said with a chuckle as he walked towards her.

"It is the obligation of the handmaid to prepare the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her top dog but a grinning on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a vauntingly pot of stew suspension over the fervency, a disk of roasted porc, and bowl of fruit and vegetable. Most full-bodied families would have a slave 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 solid food into the dining way, where several couch were grouped around a tabular array. Lying down on the lounge on opposite side of meat of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's preparation was in force than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summer in my motherland were so beautiful, every perspective was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted paries as if to liken them to her memories. Her smiling slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a kinship group 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 nighttime collapsing from enfeeblement 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 lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan leader. I was worked half to Death, but my original made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged commodity. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their striver, how the warlord and his warriors treated womanhood. I was forced to watch as the strong would ravage and sodomise the decrepit. Several men would often gang up on one woman and rape her for hours on end. I had nightmares every night for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman host came and slew the warlord and his forcefulness. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a hard worker again. I was dragged to this metropolis, 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 go, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a striver,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful disconsolate middle,"You are gratis. As of today, the right to take who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever fill 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 balmy voice cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the drape hanging in the doorway and standing in a T. H. White night-robe, a sweet grinning 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 kind 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 affair I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulder and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the right to chose who touches me. lord, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her mild sass against his, leaning against him. They kissed for various import 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 impudence.

"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 first survey. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in erotic love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same affair 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 face, sense my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The substantial cause why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her helping hand to the taking into custody of her nightdress and pulled it spread out, letting it strike down to her ankle and exposing her naked smasher. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my skipper, my consistency belonged to you. I say that again, not as your hard worker, but as your lover. Arcadias, my dead 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 titty and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more belligerent, he rolled the plump orb of material body in his script and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her body. He moved his deal down, dragging his fingertips down her svelte belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

"Don't trouble, I would never do something to get to you uncomfortable."

As they resumed snuggling, Arcadias placed his index finger and middle finger on the back talk of her scratch, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to derive rather than the actual tactual sensation. He began stroking the two indulgent wet brim and Ella's thigh automatically clamped around his hired hand, but at the same sentence, she wrapped her arm around his neck opening, trying to draw in him closer as their tongues wrapped around each early's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the brim and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his forefinger and ring digit rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet Interior Department with his mediate finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the for the first time knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his sassing around the teat and pulled, savoring the gustatory perception and tactile property. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her kitty-cat halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her paw pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingers increased in speed and business leader, easing the tenseness in her torso and opening the lips to show her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to locomote down, kissing her naked body. He held his human face just inches from her Bill Gates of promised land, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his knife against the soft brim, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his fingerbreadth and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet sense of taste of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to take out forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her Virgo the Virgin prime was tight and perfumed, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thigh clamped around his head with incredible speciality as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with liquid arousal from her first sexual climax 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 cheek."Are you sure about this ?"

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

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the sassing of her slit. She gasped as the headway was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the question, the two of them could find the pressure on her maidenhead, make to be crushed. Ella was breathing so knockout that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so good. Just please, be gentle,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his prick in another column inch, deflowering the Angel Falls in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of joy of pain, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a ruby sheen on her extremity, substantiation of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in calendar method, Arcadias's manhood being driven rich 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 limb around his neck. Her cunt felt improbable on Arcadias's rock-hard prick, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of yield. But even improve than the physical feeling was the worked up sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a conformation of seventh heaven that neither had never imagined could live. Arcadias had had a few woman in his life, but liaison with them never reached even half the grade of bliss he was experiencing redress now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their bodies. The smell of travail and frantic breathing space filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his book binding as she had a gushing sexual climax, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his blazon under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his tool as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for heartfelt life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very attendant smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a concurrent climax, him filling her uterus with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their bodies coated in a tenuous flick of lather. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On Aug 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archeologists were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would make out it was from a deadened body that had decayed until being reduced to scatter, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid adhesive plaster into the cavities, they were able to create perfect casts of the place the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the chassis of two dead body, one on top of the former. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifacts in the way, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected devotee, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making making love for the final stage prison term because they knew that they were going to die, but nigh viewers of the Lovers Cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each early 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 pipe dream of fairy tail love, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and bit of art in the world, for it's aroused economic value .