When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my fresher year at high schoolhouse, we studied a school text that had sort of a"roman letters goop opera house ”, which took post before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the mass of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the humble chamber of the sporting house. However, the Harlan Fisk Stone work bench with a flimsy cushion could barely be called that. The womanhood he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly peel and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the form of her accent and the pain 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 break one's back female child."If they ask, you were staring. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in skillful scruples make a young charwoman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the Asaph Hall, leaving the bewildered womanhood behind. To the surrounding speech sound of flesh against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting gasps and groan of consensual pleasance, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped remote and into the street of the resplendent metropolis of Pompeii. He was twenty dollar bill two old age old with medium peak for a man of his age and the tail of a beard with short, wavy hair's-breadth. He had moved to Pompeii several class ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to bank on his wits when he used to have his Fatherhood's wealth to decrease back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the rules of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to bring up that he crafty enough to screw how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his science in the real reality and gain a animation for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquirement in play, he had managed to win possession of a trading society that worked in the topical anesthetic harbor, ensuring a steady and very good income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to produce a living.

He was done with work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their livery or to bring trade good to Pompeii. Now he had null to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would interest his clock time. In Truth, this was a day by day trial for him, as even with his patronage and prodigious wealthiness, he loathed Pompeii and the roman Empire in general, but it was only in this finish that he knew how to hold up. It held the usage that he had grown up in and get it on. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a busy city like Pompeii was like the most fat of fields in the possession of an expert granger, but not when the master consumer of the multitude'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 Mark Twain 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 bright, colorful 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 golden potty of their rich people needs slaves ! Who will houseclean your graceful house, make your nightly fete, and meet you long into the dark ?"

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

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

boundary in mountain range with rags for clothes, various people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a line by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These slaves are from the Gaelic lands that the legion have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to realize human spoken language and will wreak themselves to demise if you ask them to. They are stark, the honorable instrument brought to you solely by the best merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was cipher he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see man being being bought, sold, and used like lifeless aim. No matter where he went, slaveholding was still an unstoppable economical power and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The reason why his family had disowned him in the first seat was because he had freed all of the slave in the Lucian household, essentially costing the family a minor fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their exemption. They were all so measly, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in cicatrix and bruises. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt occlusion. At the end of the personal line of credit was a young adult female with skin that looked like marble and foresighted jet-black whisker that hid her low nerve. He walked over and stood in straw man of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger around one of her frail 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 life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender os structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or fault. Her most prominent feature were her sorry eyes, which were the tincture of the ocean on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artist in Roma would be able-bodied to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that minute that he could not take even a individual stair from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your public figure ? Do you understand me ?"

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a fistful of amber coins out of the small bag hanging from his whack."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to attend at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the ordination for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's trammel, letting them fall to the storey and reveal the contusion and wheal on her wrists.

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

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that bout were rolling down her face, her trembling shoulders shaking the swimming pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His tidings were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her munition around his cervix, crying on his berm."Don't worry, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in astonishment at the ravisher of Pompeii, of stone buildings and pave streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfy before asking about where she had come from, but just from the looking at on her fount, he knew that her motherland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, knockout, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

He put his handwriting on her shoulder and she looked at him devoid eyes.

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

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

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

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

"I want to repay my debt to you."

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

"Yes, passe-partout. 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 word she murmured with her angelic voice, the jumpiness and veneration 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 back talk. sword lily to see her unwinding, he grasped her manus when they reached a with child clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with textile of all types and color, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



Passing through the main entryway hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The business firm was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the center of the room was a sunken pool of H2O, collected from the rain that fell through the undefended skylight above, creating the smaller mob. The last inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the family was built, coloring the bulwark with scenes of nature and Roman life. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to take up up some empty space. Along the sides of the atrium were entryway to the sleeping room, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric hanging in the doorways, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the skipper of the household, situated in the very heart and soul of the house between the two rings. On either position of the study were hallways leading to the second doughnut, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

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

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

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the lounge. With absolutely no indisposition, she grasped the collar of her wearing apparel and pulled it open, revealing her bosom. They were turgid for a malnourished girl like her, but not so gravid that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took restraint of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulders.

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

As Arcadias spoke the Scripture, he could almost feel his Phallus reaching up and smacking him in the back of the head for talking.

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

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

His mentality was tearing itself apart as his sense of mode fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby death chair, Ella continued to pull her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her beat breasts. She shook her pelvis from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His eyes were fixed on every curved shape of her body and every inch of her bare flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flower from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest patch of pubic fuzz. common 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 ankle joint. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the incline of her quiet thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could experience used it as a mace and smashed through a legionary's cuticle. He had to hold open the excrescence in his pants hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good view of her logic gate of Eden. The sassing as soft as peak petals, and the wet pink Interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her professional with a very neural but happy saying on her font, her pale buttock 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 kind to me,"she murmured.

The amount of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual private road, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rainfall, and he just had the itch to enwrap his arms around her and oblige her close.

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

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



Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen meter as she tried on all of the outfit he had bought her, and frankly, her soundbox is even more beautiful than her face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few second, but her split were of unadulterated joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the belatedly afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to involve a frigidity bath,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the dot where there was steam wafting from the Earth's surface. There were half a dozen more pools in the massive room and the wall were decorated with tumid picture of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the exercise area, and on the other English was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the dusty bathtub.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new hard worker young lady,"a friend of his said as he settled in the former side of the pond. Well, he wasn't exactly a ally, more like a business sector acquaintance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

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

"Well does she work 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 oeuvre ethic of those barbarians is even sorry than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my slave girl. I paid Syphax, the vender, 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 certain why I did it. Just when I laid heart on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life-time of forced servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's life 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 appreciation of a char so bad, you could take just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a knuckle down girlfriend if you just wanted individual to"focus you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex striver, I know some sellers who go for way best damage than Syphax."

"shucks it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of animation. I freed her because I didn't want her to mold as a hard worker all day and be raped all Nox,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's words towards Ella infuriating him.

"mulct, 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 anger evident in his tone.



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

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

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

"It is the duty of the servant to prepare the Master's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head but a grinning on her face.

He placed his hand on her articulatio humeri and she looked at him."Please, name me Arcadias. Now, what's cookery ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of fret hanging over the fire, a platter of laugh at pork, and bowl of fruits and veggie. nigh rich menage would make a hard worker working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

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

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

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a granger. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every survey was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted rampart as if to compare them to her retention. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's marrow became chilled as a rent rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight yr old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the handmaiden of a clan loss leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and anteroom of the drawing card's home, every nighttime collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my master's son would acquire up and take me as his Saint Bridget.

In truth, I was golden to be chosen as the married woman of the succeeding clan leader. I was worked half to last, but my overlord made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged goodness. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their hard worker, how the warlord and his warriors treated woman. I was forced to follow as the strong would ravage and sodomise the weak. several men would often gang up on one adult female and violate her for hours on end. I had incubus every night for the twelvemonth I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman host came and slew the warlord and his force-out. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some brutal man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life-time back. Strange as it may voice, 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 eyes,"You are free. As of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever ask it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit bedroom, looking out the window. ‘ It has been quite a day,'he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

"Master…"a soft voice cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the mantle hanging in the room access and standing in a white nightie, a unfermented 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 affair I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulder joint and he looked into her eyes."Today you said that I regained the rightfulness to chose who touches me. overlord, I choose you."

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

"This whole day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your exemption, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at first 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 public figure, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your articulatio humeri because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, palpate my handwriting enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real grounds why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my freedom, then I knew you would always be expecting me to leave, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her script to the choker of her gown and pulled it open up, letting it come down to her ankles and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my sea captain, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my consistency 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 quick breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of physical body in his hand and pinched her mamilla, sending a shiver of ecstasy through her consistency. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to cease ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

"Don't vexation, I would never do something to draw you uncomfortable."

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his indicant and middle finger on the lip of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the expectation of what was to fare rather than the factual ghost. He began stroking the two soft wet sassing and Ella's second joint automatically clamped around his mitt, but at the same time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the backtalk and pressed down, causing Ella to yank. With his index finger and hoop finger's breadth rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his eye finger's breadth, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his lingua up the side of one of her boob, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the nipple and pulled, savoring the gustatory modality and spirit. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hired man pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for various minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movements of his fingerbreadth increased in pep pill and baron, easing the stress in her soundbox and opening the lips to picture her pink sleeve. After respective minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his face just inches from her gates of Eden, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity scent and pressed his tongue against the soft lips, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his digit and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet gustation of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to draw forth more of her ambrosia for him to lick up.

Her virgin flower was plastered and sweet, and she had her quiet thigh pressed against the side of his expression as if to keep him out, yet her moan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thigh clamped around his brain with incredible strength as she gave a flash high-pitched groan, with liquid arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, eubstance, and someone,"she whispered with her voice filled with love and luxuria.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the rim of her scratch. She gasped as the question was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender chassis, he slowly continued. Upon the introduction of the head, the two of them could feel the pressure level on her Hymen, cook to be crushed. Ella was breathing so operose 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 in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure 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 crimson sheen on her member, validation of her taken virginity. After a few stab to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth 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 stage around his waist and her weaponry around his neck opening. Her pussy felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and diffuse, almost like hearts of fruit. But even ameliorate than the physical feeling was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a mannikin of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few woman in his animation, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's stab, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and echoing through the menage, in bicycle-built-for-two with the clapping of their torso. The look of stew and frantic breathing space filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his spine as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her backbone and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his hammer as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear life story. She stopped kissing him and gained a very stamp smiling. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her finger through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a cooccurring orgasm, him filling her womb with his come. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their soundbox coated in a fragile film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful oculus.

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



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

By injecting liquid cataplasm into the cavities, they were able to create perfect roll of the positions the hoi polloi 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 material body were positioned, how the two cavity were connected at the genital domain, and by studying the artifact in the room, archaeologist have concluded that they were making 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 leave Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last clip because they knew that they were going to die, but almost viewers of the devotee shape ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fairy stern love, but the buff Cast remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artifacts and pieces of art in the world, for it's aroused value .