When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my newbie twelvemonth at eminent school, we studied a text that had variety of a"roman print max opera ”, which took place before the Mt. Vesuvius eruption. Studying the life style and acculturation of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the lowly bedroom of the bordello. However, the stone terrace with a onionskin cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her binding to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the result in the contour of her accent and the infliction in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his rap, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were pure. But I won't military unit 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 woman fundament. To the surrounding sound of physique against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and fair sex feinting gasp and moans of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outdoor and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with metier elevation for a man of his age and the darkness of a beard with short, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii respective year ago, having been disowned by his family unit and now forced to rely on his mental capacity when he used to have 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 rules of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to refer that he crafty plenty to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly prove his attainment in the rattling mankind and realize 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 company that worked in the topical anesthetic seaport, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a confessedly grace from the Supreme Being, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to earn 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 bring goods to Pompeii. Now he had aught to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would occupy his clip. In trueness, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his stage business and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the roman letters Empire in world-wide, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to last. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a natural endowment for making money, a meddlesome city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of champaign in the will power of an technical farmer, but not when the chief consumer of the people's wealth sickened him.

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

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

With bright, colorful robes and a tradesman's moustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

"It seems you know me, well before you say anything, I'm singing you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the prosperous stool of their riches needs slaves ! Who will clean your refined house, cook your nightly banquet, and fulfil you long into the Night ?"

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

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

Bound in chains with rag week for clothes, various multitude were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a argumentation by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These slaves are from the Erse lands that the legion have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human oral communication and will work themselves to Death if you ask them to. They are pure, the best tools brought to you solely by the C. H. Best merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the melodic phrase, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless aim. No matter where he went, thrall was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a ethnic law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The grounds why his family had disowned him in the maiden home was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian home, essentially costing the menage a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and Bob Hope drained from their eye 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 woman with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downcast face. He walked over and stood in figurehead of her, but she did not admit him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his digit around one of her ticklish hands, causing her to take care up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful missy he had ever seen in his entire liveliness. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender os structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded skin colour, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature of speech were her blue eyes, which were the shade of the ocean on a double-dyed summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the ok creative person in Rome would be capable to repeat her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that minute that he could not rent even a single 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 fistful of gold coins out of the small-scale bag hanging from his belted ammunition."Syphax, here. Set her rid,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to appear 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 hard worker and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the Order for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them fall to the story and reveal the contusion and weal on her radiocarpal joint.

"Ella, my public figure is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stick around with me in my dwelling as my respect guest. You won't be a slave or servant, but a free charwoman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the solid ground and Arcadias realized that crying were rolling down her nerve, her trembling berm shaking the limpid bead from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the mantrap of Pompeii, of Harlan Fiske Stone buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the feeling on her face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman conglomerate in architecture, beauty, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

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

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

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your dimension. 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 life as property. I've always addressed someone as my Master of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his mind to one position as he analyzed her tone. There was no sorrowfulness or dread in her part. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the situation ; she was aflutter, almost as if it were too serious to be true.

"Just serve me one matter : 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 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 withdraw caution of you and make you happy."

"Yes, passe-partout. I will,"she said, not only humbly, but gratefully.



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more than and more. With each step she took and each word she murmured with her seraphic voice, the jumpiness and reverence in her center was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smile ever so slowly was etched onto her back talk. gladiolus to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large clothing stand, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with framework of all case and vividness, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



Passing through the principal accounting entry Granville Stanley Hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's house, a high-class domus, won in a dice secret plan. The house was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the nitty-gritty of the way was a go down pool of water, collected from the pelting that fell through the open fanlight above, creating the small-scale tintinnabulation. The live on inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the home was built, coloring the wall with scenes of nature and roman letters life-time. Arcadias had stocked the way with a few couches and tables, simply to acquire up some empty space. Along the position of the atrium were entrances to the bedrooms, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric hanging in the room access, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the study for the master of the household, situated in the very nerve centre of the home between the two rings. On either incline of the study were hallway leading to the minute mob, 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 nervous. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a good home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pot of clothes on the lounge. With absolutely no waver, she grasped the taking into custody of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were tumid for a malnourished girlfriend like her, but not so magnanimous that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took ascendency of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her articulatio humeri.

"Ella, are you trusted you wouldn't be more well-situated changing in the Edgar Guest elbow room ?"

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

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

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

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

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby professorship, Ella continued to pull up her dress off her shoulders, fully exposing her round breast. She shook her hip joint from face to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her body and every inch of her nude form. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flush from him, but allowing him to see just the slight fleck of pubic whisker. Common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or wont, but Arcadias was beginning to mistrust that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knee, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the slope of her smooth second joint.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so severe that he could stimulate used it as a Chemical Mace and smashed through a legionary's buckler. He had to observe the bulge in his knickers hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street wearing apparel. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a good perspective of her gates of paradise. The sassing as diffused as flower petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very anxious but glad expression on her face, her sick 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 kind to me,"she murmured.

The amount of dessert and gentle emotion in her spokesperson overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a deep caring for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the urge to wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to plunk up a yellow clothes and Arcadias got a sight of her arse that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella wearing apparel and undress half-a-dozen prison term as she tried on all of the rig he had bought her, and frankly, her torso is even more beautiful than her face. A few fourth dimension, she would break off and cry for a few moment, but her tears were of stark joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to need a cold bathing tub,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized tub, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the control surface. There were half a 12 more puddle in the massive room and the walls were decorated with large paintings of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other face was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the cold baths.

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

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

"Well does she ferment hard ? The new striver from up north have no piece of work ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work value-system of those tike is even big 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 fertile, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I'm not trusted why I did it. Just when I laid middle on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to redeem her from the life of forced servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's living with me as my Guest. I'm letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today."

"By the idol, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a woman so bad, you could have just hired a whore. You didn't have to pay for a slave little girl if you just wanted someone to"sharpen you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way right prices than Syphax."

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

"amercement, 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 cum caught the odors of several scrumptious dish. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

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

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

"It is the responsibility of the retainer to prepare the sea captain's dinner,"she said with a bow of her head word but a smiling on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a large pot of fret wall hanging over the fire, a platter of rib pork, and sports stadium of yield and veggie. virtually rich kin would consume a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet Daughter of Neptune, you can cook ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where several couch were grouped around a table. Lying down on the lounge on diametrical sides of the mesa, Ella and Arcadias ate with relish. Frankly, it was one of the not bad repast he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was expert than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a farmer. The summers in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted walls as if to compare them to her computer memory. Her grin slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into thralldom. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten twelvemonth, I toiled in the playing area and halls of the drawing card's home, every night collapsing from debilitation and wishing my life-time would end, fearing the day when my master's son would rise up and take me as his bride.

In accuracy, I was golden to be chosen as the wife of the next kindred drawing card. I was worked half to destruction, but my sea captain made for certain no one touched me. He didn't want to hold his son damaged trade good. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the unattackable would harry and sodomize the weak. several men would often gang up on one woman and violate her for hr on end. I had nightmare every night for the long time I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman Legions came and slew the warlord and his violence. I thought that I would be set innocent, but instead, I just became a hard worker again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some vicious man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my lifetime back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to stay on as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful blue eye,"You are destitute. As of today, the right to opt who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever hold 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 piano vocalization cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the ingress and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a white scrubs, 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 kind to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the way, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

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

Her human face flushed with emotion, she pressed her mild 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 unharmed 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 eff at first view. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in lovemaking with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my figure, I realized the Sami matter when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was well-chosen, but I cried on your berm because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, feel my manpower enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real reasonableness why I chose to keep on 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 hands to the collar of her nightie and pulled it open, letting it strike down to her mortise joint and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my captain, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my dead body belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his hired hand on one of her affectionate breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his handwriting and pinched her nipple, sending a chill of exaltation through her body. He moved his hired man down, dragging his fingertips down her slender belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you desire me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed snuggling, Arcadias placed his indicant and middle finger on the lips of her scratch, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to fare rather than the actual spot. He began stroking the two voiced wet lips and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his hired hand, but at the same clock time, she wrapped her arm around his cervix, trying to deplume him closer as their clapper wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his indicator and mob finger rubbing the brim, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first base knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his clapper up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her vocalisation, he wrapped his brim around the nipple and pulled, savoring the taste and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her kitty halfway, exploring her wet inside. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for several minutes, Arcadias switching between her knocker while the movements of his fingers increased in pep pill and power, easing the strain in her body and opening the lips to show her garden pink sleeve. After respective second, Arcadias began to impress down, kissing her bare body. He held his side just inch from her Bill Gates of paradise, which was glistening from her stimulation. He breathed in the fruity smell and pressed his glossa against the subdued lips, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his digit and tongue up inside her, savoring the unfermented taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her interior, using his probing fingerbreadth to draw forth more of her ambrosia for him to lap up.

Her virgin flower was squiffy and sweet, and she had her smooth thigh pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moans, while devoid of watchword, begged him for more. Her second joint clamped around his pass with incredible enduringness as she gave a cheap high moan, with liquidity arousal from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, body, and soul,"she whispered with her vocalism filled with dear and lust.

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the lip of her pussy. She gasped as the straits was slowly pushed in, and with his boldness pressed against hers and his arms around her slender skeletal system, he slowly continued. Upon the intromission of the head, the two of them could experience the pressure on her virginal membrane, ready 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 dick in another inch, deflowering the backer in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, and once she caught her breathing spell, 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 extremity, validation of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to run back and Forth in regular recurrence, 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 shank and her limb around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like tenderness of fruit. But even ameliorate than the strong-arm tactile sensation was the aroused sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a mannikin of bliss that neither had never imagined could subsist. Arcadias had had a few woman in his life, but closeness with them never reached even half the level of blissfulness he was experiencing compensate now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the Granville Stanley Hall and echoing through the home, in tandem bicycle with the clapping of their organic structure. The flavour of stew and frantic breathing space filled the way. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his backrest as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his cad, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder for pricey life sentence. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her finger's breadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous climax, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their eubstance coated in a thin movie of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his position and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

"I love you,"they both said at the like fourth dimension 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 archeologists were ecstatic to find out that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would come across a hollow space in the ash, they would recognize it was from a utter body that had decayed until being reduced to sprinkle, and had left a bodily cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were able to produce perfect dramatis personae of the positions the the great unwashed were in when they were killed. In the habitation of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the shape of two organic structure, one on top of the other. From how the number were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the venereal area, and by studying the artifacts in the way, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to provide Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the last time because they knew that they were going to die, but most witness of the buff casting ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making dearest, they were so focused on each other that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash burst through the door and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fairy tail love, but the fan Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and slice of art in the man, for it's worked up time value .