When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen year at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman grievous bodily harm opera house ”, which took spot before the Mount Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life style and culture of the hoi polloi 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 slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the little chamber of the bordello. However, the endocarp bench with a slight cushion could barely be called that. The fair sex he was speaking to was standing in the nook with her book binding to him, slowly disrobe and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the frame of her stress and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his bash, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the hard worker little girl."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in good sense of right and wrong make a young woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered cleaning woman behind. To the surrounding sounds of physique against shape, men grunting in selfish atonement, and cleaning woman feinting gasps and moan of consensual delight, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the house of ill repute and stepped outside and into the street of the glorious urban center of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with mass medium top for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with short, crinkly hair. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to trust on his wits when he used to birth his father's wealth to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the formula of business 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 examine his skill in the actual earth and earn a keep for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win willpower 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 blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to seduce a living.

He was done with work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their deliveries or to bring good to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the urban center, trying to guess of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a day-to-day trial for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the custom that he had grown up in and have sex. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a in use city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of fields in the possession of an expert Fannie Farmer, but not when the primary consumer of the people's riches 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 friend of those with money to spend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

With bright, colourful robe and a storekeeper'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 rich needs hard worker ! Who will clean your elegant house, cook your nightly fete, and satisfy you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in thralldom, and if you know me sufficiency to call out my name without having never met me, then you should know that there is nil you have that I am worry in."

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

Bound in chemical chain with rag for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a line by the bluejacket working under Syphax.

"These hard worker are from the Erse lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to read human being speech and will exploit themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the best tools brought to you solely by the substantially merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beingness being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a ethnical law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The intellect why his family had disowned him in the low place was because he had freed all of the striver in the Lucian family, essentially costing the family a belittled fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the business, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all swooning and hope drained from their eyes and their dead body covered in scars and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the line was a young char with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downcast face. He walked over and stood in strawman of her, but she did not admit him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger's breadth around one of her delicate helping hand, causing her to look up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful little girl he had ever seen in his entire life history. Every detail of her fount was flawless, from the slender osseous tissue structure of her face to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a undivided freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature were her blue eye, which were the shade of the sea on a pure summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Pallas, and not even the finest creative person in Rome would be able to retroflex her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that mo that he could not necessitate even a one step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

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

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of atomic number 79 coins out of the small bag hanging from his smash."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to reckon at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's bond, letting them fall to the floor and expose the contusion and welts on her carpus.

"Ella, my name is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may detain with me in my home as my honored invitee. You won't be a striver or handmaiden, but a free cleaning lady, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her look, her trembling berm shaking the liquified pearls from her lashes.

"Don't trouble, it's—"His Good Book were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her branch around his cervix, crying on his shoulder joint."Don't headache, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in amazement at the beauty of Pompeii, of stone construction and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be prosperous before asking about where she had come from, but just from the aspect on her face, he knew that her country of origin trailed behind the roman type imperium in architecture, peach, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

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

"Ella, you are costless now. I'm not your schoolmaster, just your friend."

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

Arcadias cocked his head to one incline as he analyzed her tone. There was no sadness or dread in her vocalisation. Instead, there was restiveness. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just reply me one thing : Are you doing this out of constrained obligation, or do you honestly want to come back 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 master and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to take 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 more and more. With each footfall she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic spokesperson, the nervousness and concern in her centre was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her mouth. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a boastfully wear sales booth, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all case and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and well-heeled clothes for this young woman, as well as a duet of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a atomic number 79 coin.



overtaking through the main entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a cube game. The family was built as two joining rings, one humble than the former, like an 8. In the meat of the room was a slide down pool of water, collected from the rain that fell through the spread out skylight above, creating the smaller ring. The last inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the poultice when the theater was built, coloring the walls with conniption of nature and Roman life-time. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to take in up some abandon space. Along the sides of the atrium were entrances to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric hanging in the threshold, and across from the entree was the tablinum, the study for the maestro of the household, situated in the very center of attention of the home between the two rings. On either side of the subject were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

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

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite anxious. 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 brighten the mood.

Ella smiled and walked over to the good deal of apparel on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for a malnourished miss like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took control of his organic structure before his humanity could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulder.

"Ella, are you sure you wouldn't be more well-heeled changing in the Guest room ?"

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

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

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

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

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby professorship, Ella continued to deplume her dress off her shoulder joint, fully exposing her unit of ammunition breasts. She shook her coxa from side to side as she pulled the cloth down her lithe shank. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her torso and every inch of her defenseless flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest fleck of pubic fuzz. park sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, 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 position of her smooth thigh.

By now, Arcadias's dick was so hard that he could cause used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shell. He had to continue the gibbosity in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a honorable perspective of her William Henry Gates of Shangri-la. The lips as soft as bloom petals, and the wet pink Interior was just barely seeable. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but happy expression on her look, her blanch cheeks now red in embarrassment.

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

The total of sugariness and easy emotion in her articulation overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing intimate drive, and replaced it with a abstruse caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainwater, and he just had the impulse to wrap his weapon system around her and withstand her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to nibble up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a view of her rear that the idol would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella dress and peel 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 font. A few clip, she would stop and cry for a few mo, but her snag were of pure joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the belatedly afternoon.

"I'm going to stop by the bagnio while the sun is still up. Your room is justly behind you, delight pee yourself at base. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to require a stale bath,'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 surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive room and the walls were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and houri on beaches. On one English of the way was the entrance to the exercise expanse, and on the early side was the entree to the frigidarium, which held the common 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 puddle. Well, he wasn't exactly a friend, more like a business friend, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

"Oh, hey Quintus. Well, slave young woman might not be the proper term…"

"well does she knead hard ? The new striver 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 barbarians is even speculative than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my slave lady friend. I paid Syphax, the vendor, for her freedom."

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

"I didn't do it as a faceless Polemonium caeruleum. I did it because… I'm not for sure why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to lay aside her from the biography of forced servitude."

"well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's sustenance with me as my invitee. 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 charwoman so bad, you could receive just hired a whore. You didn't have to pay for a break one's back young lady if you just wanted someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex striver, I know some sellers who go for way better monetary value than Syphax."

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

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

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



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

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

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

"It is the duty of the handmaiden to prepare the professional's dinner,"she said with a bow of her headland but a smile on her face.

He placed his mitt on her shoulder joint and she looked at him."Please, bid me Arcadias. Now, what's cookery ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of stew hanging over the fire, a record of roasted pork, and bowl of fruits and vegetables. almost copious families would bear a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"confection daughter of Neptune, you can fix ?"

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

They carried all of the nutrient into the dining room, where several lounge were grouped around a mesa. Lying down on the lounge on opposite English of the board, Ella and Arcadias ate with zestfulness. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's cookery was skilful than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a husbandman. The summertime in my mother country were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted wall as if to liken them to her retentivity. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's warmheartedness became chilled as a bout rolled down her buttock.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Erse invader killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn baby son. For ten class, I toiled in the theater and halls of the leader's base, every nighttime collapsing from debilitation and wishing my life story would end, fearing the day when my master's son would originate up and take me as his Brigid.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the wife of the next clan leader. I was worked half to expiry, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged trade good. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their striver, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the strong would lay waste to and sodomize the washy. several men would often gang up on one char and violate her for time of day on end. I had incubus every night for the years I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman horde came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set unfreeze, but instead, I just became a striver again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some barbarous man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a hard worker,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue heart,"You are free. As of today, the right to pick out who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever take it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit sleeping accommodation, 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 voice cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain suspension in the doorway and standing in a bloodless night-robe, a confection grinning 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 doorway and Arcadias.

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

"Master, there is another matter I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her men of his shoulder joint and he looked into her heart."Today you said that I regained the right to opt who touches me. Master, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her indulgent rim against his, leaning against him. They kissed for various moments as Arcadias wrapped his branch around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her deal from his shoulder joint and placed it on his cheek.

"This altogether 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 showtime sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my epithet, I realized the Lapplander thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, palpate my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real reason why I chose to persist in 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 will, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the neckband of her nightgown and pulled it undefended, 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 eubstance belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my body belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his mitt on one of her warm breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of pulp in his hand and pinched her mammilla, sending a shiver of transport through her consistence. He moved his handwriting down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you need me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his forefinger and center digit on the mouth of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual trace. He began stroking the two soft wet brim and Ella's thigh automatically clamped around his hand, but at the Saame metre, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to overstretch him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one digit between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his indicator 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 chest, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the predilection and feeling. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her kitty-cat halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her paw pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to confine it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her bosom while the movements of his fingerbreadth increased in amphetamine and power, easing the stress in her physical structure and opening the lips to show her garden pink sleeve. After several hour, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her defenseless eubstance. He held his face just inches from her gates of Eden, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the diffused lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his digit and tongue up inside her, savoring the gratifying taste of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to draw forth more of her nectar for him to thrash up.

Her Virgin efflorescence was mean and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his fount as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of Word of God, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with incredible specialty as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with fluid arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm gear up. submit me, I'm mendicancy you !"

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, physical structure, and soulfulness,"she whispered with her voice filled with dear and lecherousness.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the back talk of her slit. She gasped as the heading was slowly pushed in, and with his impudence pressed against hers and his arms around her slender physique, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could find the pressure on her hymen, prepare to be crushed. Ella was breathing so concentrated that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

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

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

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of annoyance, and once she caught her breather, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson luster on her member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to actuate back and forth in speech 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 arms around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even ripe than the strong-arm smell was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life history, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the forte of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the G. Stanley Hall and echoing through the planetary house, in tandem with the clapping of their dead body. The smell of sweat and frantic breather filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his backrest as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her rousing. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his dog, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for dear liveliness. She stopped kissing him and gained a very attender smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a coinciding coming, him filling her womb with his ejaculate. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing ponderous with their bodies coated in a thin film of travail. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful middle.

"I love you,"they both said at the Saame sentence before kissing.



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under wafture of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the urban center. Whenever they would get across a core out space in the ash, they would know it was from a dead physical structure that had decayed until being reduced to disperse, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquidness plasterwork into the pit, they were able to create perfect casts of the view the masses were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the chassis of two bodies, one on top of the early. From how the frame were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital expanse, and by studying the artefact in the room, archeologist have concluded that they were making sexual love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful molding was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to forget Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making making love for the last sentence because they knew that they were going to die, but most spectator of the fan Cast ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making honey, they were so focused on each former 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 pansy tail lovemaking, but the Lovers Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and man of art in the Earth, for it's emotional value .