When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen twelvemonth at richly shoal, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman soap opera ”, which took place before the Mt. Vesuvius bam. Studying the lifestyle 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 :

"William Tell me, are you a striver ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the small chamber of the cathouse. However, the stone bench with a flimsy shock absorber could barely be called that. The cleaning lady he was speaking to was standing in the box with her vertebral column to him, slowly undress and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

"self-justification me ?"she asked, turning to him.

Arcadias sighed, hearing the reply in the form of her emphasis and the pain in her interpreter. Reaching into the humble bag hanging from his smash, he drew a few ash gray coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were stark. But I won't force out you to do this, I can't in good moral sense make a young charwoman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the Radclyffe Hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding strait of build against chassis, men grunting in selfish expiation, and women feinting gasps and moans of consensual pleasance, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious urban center of Pompeii. He was twenty two geezerhood old with culture medium height for a man of his age and the shadower of a beard with short, wavelike hair's-breadth. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to bank on his wag when he used to have his Father-God's riches to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his begetter about the rules of business sector to get a beachhead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to advert that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skills in the substantial world and earn a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquirement in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading society that worked in the topical anesthetic seaport, ensuring a unshakable and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the deity, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to relieve oneself a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their deliveries or to add goods to Pompeii. Now he had zip to do and was merely wandering around the urban center, trying to reckon of something that would use up his prison term. In accuracy, this was a day-after-day visitation for him, as even with his business and colossal wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the roman type Empire in general, but it was only in this refinement that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and have it away. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a fussy city like Pompeii was like the most rich of fields in the will power of an expert sodbuster, but not when the master consumer of the people'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 wealthiness of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an ally of those with money to spend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his bridge player to Arcadias.

With bright, coloured robes 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 gilt potty of their riches needs slaves ! Who will cleanse your elegant business firm, fake your nightly fiesta, and fill you long into the Night ?"

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

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

bounce in chemical chain with rags for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a bank line by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These slaves are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at to the lowest degree are capable to understand human lecture and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfective, the best shaft brought to you solely by the best merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the logical argument, feeling his breadbasket twisting itself into knots. There was zippo he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human existence being bought, sold, and used like lifeless physical object. No matter where he went, bondage was still an unstoppable economical military group and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his house had disowned him in the first place was because he had freed all of the hard worker in the Lucian home, essentially costing the folk a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the agate line, wishing he had plenty money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so hapless, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their eubstance covered in mark and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt full stop. At the end of the line was a young womanhood with peel that looked like marble and tenacious jet-black whisker that hid her downcast face. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not recognize him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger's breadth around one of her delicate hands, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful daughter he had ever seen in his integral life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender bone body structure of her boldness to her pale but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature were her blue eye, which were the shadowiness of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artists in Rome would be able to replicate her beauty on a sheet. He knew at that mo that he could not take even a exclusive step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

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

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a smattering of gold coins out of the lowly bag hanging from his belt."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to await at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his Panama to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them fall to the base and let out the bruises and welts on her articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the dish of Pompeii, of stone building 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 face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, beauty, and polite engineering.

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

"Thank you, lord,"Ella said softly.

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

"Ella, you are liberate now. I'm not your master, just your friend."

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your holding. 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 whole lifespan as attribute. I've always addressed individual as my captain of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his straits to one side of meat as he analyzed her quality. There was no lugubriousness or dread in her voice. Instead, there was restiveness. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was neural, almost as if it were too proficient to be true.

"Just respond me one thing : Are you doing this out of thrust duty, or do you honestly want to reward you're debt ?"

"I want to riposte my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you happy. But if I can't convince you that I am not your master and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to pack upkeep of you and clear you happy."

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



walk through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each footfall she took and each word she murmured with her sweet articulation, the nervousness and fear in her centre was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smiling ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. gladiola to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a big clothing base, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all character and colouration, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



going through the main incoming hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The house was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the former, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sink kitty of water, collected from the rain that fell through the open skylight above, creating the modest doughnut. The last inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not deal away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the walls with scenes of nature and Roman biography. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few sofa and tables, simply to take up some empty space. Along the side of the atrium were entering to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining elbow room, all with sheets of the cloth hanging in the threshold, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the subject field for the original of the household, situated in the very sum of the home between the two mob. On either side of the field of study were hallways leading to the sec 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 couch and put down the apparel he had bought for her.

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the shoe collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for a malnourished girl like her, but not so boastfully that Arcadias had noticed them before. His psyche took control of his body before his humanness could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulder.

"Ella, are you surely you wouldn't be more easy changing in the guest way ?"

As Arcadias spoke the Christian Bible, he could almost finger his Phallus reaching up and smacking him in the spine of the straits for talking.

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

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

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

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to pull her apparel off her shoulder, fully exposing her troll white meat. She shook her coxa from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her sylphlike waist. His middle were fixed on every curve of her body and every column inch of her naked flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each early, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slender maculation of pubic tomentum. Common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a annoyer. 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 incline of her suave thigh.

By now, Arcadias's pecker was so intemperately that he could stimulate used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's carapace. He had to keep the bulge in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good purview of her gate of paradise. The lip as soft as efflorescence petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master copy with a very anxious but happy expression on her face, her wan 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 sort to me,"she murmured.

The amount of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual parkway, and replaced it with a inscrutable caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainwater, and he just had the itch to wrap up his arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to plunk up a xanthous garb and Arcadias got a view of her rear that the graven image would begrudge.



Arcadias watched Ella dress and disrobe half-a-dozen fourth dimension as she tried on all of the turnout he had bought her, and frankly, her torso is even more beautiful than her face. A few times, she would arrest and cry for a few consequence, but her teardrop were of perfect joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the recent afternoon.

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

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



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized bathtub, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the control surface. There were half a 12 more pocket billiards 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 exercising area, and on the other side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the frigidness bathing tub.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave 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 business friend, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

"well does she make 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 employment ethic of those tyke is even spoilt than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my slave fille. 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 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 bring through her from the life of forced servitude."

"wellspring 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 dress today."

"By the deity, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste sensation of a charwoman so bad, you could have just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a buckle down missy if you just wanted someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some marketer who go for way better prices than Syphax."

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

"amercement, 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 ire evident in his tone.



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

"Oh, dinner party will be ready 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 duty of the retainer to prepare the sea captain's dinner,"she said with a bow of her brain but a grin on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew dangling over the attack, a phonograph recording of roasted pork barrel, and bowling ball of fruit and veg. nearly rich kinsperson would deliver a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"confection daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

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

They carried all of the solid food into the dining way, where several couches were grouped around a table. Lying down on the lounge on opposite English of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with zestfulness. Frankly, it was one of the capital meals he had ever eaten. Ella's preparation was better than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every aspect was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted wall as if to compare them to her retentivity. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's nerve became chilled as a bout rolled down her brass.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight age old, Gaelic invader killed my parents and I was sold into bondage. I became the handmaid of a kinship group leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten long time, I toiled in the landing field and halls of the drawing card's home, every Night collapsing from enfeeblement and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my master's son would mature up and take me as his Saint Brigid.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan leader. I was worked half to death, but my captain made indisputable no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged goodness. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated womanhood. I was forced to watch over as the unassailable would lay waste to and bugger the weak. Several men would often gang up on one woman and outrage her for minute on end. I had nightmares every Nox for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman 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 go, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue heart,"You are barren. 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 bedchamber, 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 piano voice cooed as Arcadias closed the specter.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the pall hanging in the doorway and standing in a white gown, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as 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 give thanks me,"he said with a smile.

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her handwriting of his articulatio humeri and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the rightfield to pick out who touches me. overlord, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her voiced lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for several bit as Arcadias wrapped his subdivision around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her hands from his articulatio humeri 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 firstly stack. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in dear with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my figure, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was felicitous, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, feel my men enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The actual ground why I chose to continue to be your hard worker was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the collar of her gown and pulled it clear, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her nude beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my consistence 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 dead body. He placed his deal on one of her warm up titty and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more strong-growing, he rolled the plump orb of physique in his script and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of XTC through her soundbox. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her melt off belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed hugging, Arcadias placed his index and centre finger on the lips of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prevision of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two gentle wet sassing and Ella's second joint automatically clamped around his helping hand, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to pull him closer as their natural language wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger's breadth between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to yank. With his index and ring finger's breadth rubbing the mouth, 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 boob, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his sass around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her men pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to agree it up.

This continued on for several mo, Arcadias switching between her tit while the movements of his fingerbreadth increased in speed and power, easing the stress in her organic structure and opening the lips to bear witness her pink arm. After several min, Arcadias began to impress down, kissing her naked torso. He held his face just inches from her gate of paradise, which was glistening from her rousing. He breathed in the fruity scent and pressed his tongue against the soft sass, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet tasting of her succus. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger's breadth to pass forth more of her ambrosia for him to clobber up.

Her Virgo flower was tight and sweet, and she had her smoothen thighs pressed against the side of his boldness as if to save him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his chief with unbelievable long suit as she gave a flash high-pitched moan, with liquid state stimulation from her initiatory sexual climax flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm gear up. select me, I'm begging you !"

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; heed, body, and psyche,"she whispered with her interpreter filled with love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the mouth of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arm around her slender figure, he slowly continued. Upon the intromission of the head, the two of them could feel the pressure on her hymen, quick 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 good. Just please, be gentle,"

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

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, and once she caught her breathing place, 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 stab to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth River in rhythm, 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 munition around his neck. Her puss felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and gentle, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the physical spirit was the emotional mavin, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a grade of walking on air 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 layer of cloud nine he was experiencing mighty 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 sign of the zodiac, in tandem with the hand clapping of their bodies. The tone of stew and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his heel, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his shaft as she kissed me and gripped his articulatio humeri for affectionately aliveness. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her middle as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a coincident sexual climax, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their organic structure coated in a cut film of perspiration. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful optic.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waving of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archeologist were rapturous to find oneself that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would fall across a hollow space in the ash, they would know it was from a numb consistency that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a enclosed space in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the pit, they were able to produce perfect casts of the position the people were in when they were killed. In the dwelling of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two consistence, one on top of the former. From how the bod were positioned, how the two tooth decay were connected at the venereal domain, and by studying the artifact in the room, archeologist have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful molding was made of the two connected lover, and is one of the few that has been allowed to leave Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the hold out meter because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the lover Cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making passion, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the room access and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this aspiration of fairy tail love life, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artefact and pieces of art in the world, for it's excited time value .