When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen twelvemonth at high-pitched school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman Georgia home boy opera ”, which took place before the Vesuvius clap. Studying the lifestyle and civilization of the multitude 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 modest sleeping room of the brothel. However, the Lucy Stone bench with a fragile cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly peel and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the solvent in the form of her speech pattern and the pain in her phonation. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his belt, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the slave girl."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in good conscience make a young cleaning woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the vestibule, leaving the bewildered cleaning woman keister. To the surrounding speech sound of physical body against pulp, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting gasps and groan of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the whorehouse and stepped exterior and into the street of the glorious urban center of Pompeii. He was twenty two years old with medium height for a man of his age and the phantasma of a beard with short, crinkly haircloth. He had moved to Pompeii several geezerhood ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his mental capacity when he used to have his founding father's riches to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his father about the principle of byplay to get a footing in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty sufficiency to fuck how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his science in the material world and bring in a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired acquisition in gambling, he had managed to win self-possession of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very sizeable income. To anyone else, this would be a genuine grace from the god, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with piece of work earlier than common this day, all of his ships having yet to pass from their deliveries or to bring goodness to Pompeii. Now he had aught to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to remember of something that would occupy his time. In truth, this was a daily trial for him, as even with his business and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in cosmopolitan, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to be. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a gift for making money, a busy city like Pompeii was like the most fertile of theater in the self-control of an expert farmer, but not when the main consumer of the people's wealthiness 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 pass !"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 singing you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the golden crapper of their riches needs striver ! Who will clean house your elegant house, cook your nightly fiesta, and live up to you long into the Night ?"

"I don't believe in slavery, and if you know me enough to shout out out my gens without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am concern in."

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

Bound in chains with shred for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the dock and forced into a argument by the sailors working under Syphax.

"These striver are from the Erse lands that the horde have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to see human speech and will work on themselves to dying if you ask them to. They are sodding, the C. H. Best tool brought to you solely by the respectable merchant !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than bondage, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objects. No matter where he went, slaveholding was still an unstoppable economical force-out and essentially a ethnic law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The rationality why his menage had disowned him in the first place was because he had freed all of the slaves in the Lucian household, essentially costing the family a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the furrow, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and hope drained from their eyes and their trunk covered in mark and bruise. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the bloodline was a Pres Young cleaning woman with pelt that looked like marble and farseeing jet-black tomentum that hid her blue face. He walked over and stood in strawman of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around one of her delicate manus, causing her to front up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Every point of her face was unflawed, from the slender bone structure of her impudence to her blench but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most spectacular feature were her blue heart, which were the shadowiness of the sea on a arrant summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athene, and not even the finest creative person in Rome would be able-bodied to double her sweetheart on a canvas. He knew at that import that he could not take even a single step from that patch 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 Au coins out of the pocket-size bag hanging from his knock."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to front at him with disbelief.

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the fiat for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them flow to the floor and unveil the bruises and wale on her wrists.

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

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her grimace, her trembling berm shaking the liquidness off-white from her lashes.

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



Ella gazed in amazement at the lulu of Pompeii, of Lucy Stone buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be prosperous before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the roman letters empire in architecture, peach, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

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

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

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your place. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a hard worker is all I know. I've lived my unscathed lifespan as attribute. I've always addressed soul as my Master of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tone. There was no sadness or dread in her voice. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the billet ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too unspoilt to be true.

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

"I want to repay my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you well-chosen. But if I can't convince you that I am not your skipper and you are not a slave, at least conceive me when I say that I want to take care of you and make you happy."

"Yes, superior. 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 tidings she murmured with her angelic spokesperson, the nervousness and reverence 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 sass. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large clothing bandstand, owned by a dozing merchandiser and stocked with fabrics of all types and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



Passing through the main first appearance hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's habitation, a high-class domus, won in a dice game. The house was built as two joining halo, one modest than the other, like an 8. In the mall of the room was a settle consortium of water supply, collected from the rain that fell through the out-of-doors skylight above, creating the small-scale hoop. The terminal inhabitant had removed his art and furniture, but could not require away the frescos painted into the plaster of Paris when the family was built, coloring the walls with conniption of nature and roman letters life. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couch and tabular array, simply to require up some empty infinite. Along the English of the atrium were entering to the bedchamber, 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 headmaster of the household, situated in the very core of the nursing home between the two rings. On either side of the study were hall leading to the endorsement ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

"Welcome to my home, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the lounge 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 apparel fit ?"Arcadias asked, trying to brighten the mood.

Ella smiled and walked over to the plenty of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her frock and pulled it spread out, revealing her white meat. They were large for a malnourished young lady like her, but not so bombastic that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took control of his soundbox before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his helping hand on her shoulders.

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

As Arcadias spoke the Good Book, he could almost find his phallus reaching up and smacking him in the back of the head 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 mother wit of manner fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby chair, Ella continued to root for her dress off her berm, fully exposing her cycle white meat. She shook her hip from face to side as she pulled the cloth down her lissome waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her body and every in of her naked bod. He could barely maintain 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 hairs. green sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knee joint, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the English of her smooth second joint.

By now, Arcadias's putz was so hard that he could bear used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep 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 panorama of her gate of heaven. The lips as soft as flower petals, and the wet pink DoI was just barely seeable. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very nervous but happy expression on her face, her pale buttock now red in embarrassment.

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

The amount of dessert and appease 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 arm around her and hold her close.

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

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



Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the turnout he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her facial expression. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few present moment, but her tears were of sodding joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the lately afternoon.

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

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



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more pool in the massive room and the rampart were decorated with large painting of goddesses and nymphs on beaches. On one side of meat of the room was the entrance to the workout area, and on the other side was the entrance to the frigidarium, which held the coldness baths.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave female child,"a booster 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 miss might not be the right term…"

"Well does she puzzle out hard ? The new slaves from up compass north have no work ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work ethic of those barbarians is even worse than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my striver little girl. 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 sure 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 of forced servitude."

"Well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a gustatory modality of a cleaning woman so bad, you could give birth just hired a tart. You didn't have to pay for a slave young woman if you just wanted someone to"heighten you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some sellers who go for way respectable prices than Syphax."

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

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

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



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

"Oh, dinner will be set 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 smile on her face.

He placed his mitt 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 lather hanging over the fire, a platter of roasted pork, and bowl of fruit and vegetable. Most rich kinsfolk would cause a knuckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Henry Sweet daughter of Neptune, you can falsify ?"

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

They carried all of the food into the dining room, where various couch were grouped around a table. Lying down on the couches on opposite word sides of the mesa, Ella and Arcadias ate with zestfulness. Frankly, it was one of the greatest meals he had ever eaten. Ella's cooking was full than anyone else'back home.

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a sodbuster. The summertime in my homeland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted paries as if to liken them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's nitty-gritty became chilled as a rent rolled down her impertinence.

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 kinship group loss leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and manor hall of the loss leader's home, every night collapsing from debilitation and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my skipper's son would originate up and take me as his Saint Bride.

In the true, I was favorable to be chosen as the wife of the next kinship group leader. I was worked half to death, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to devote his son damaged goodness. I had seen what Erse men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to learn as the stiff would desolate and sodomize the weak. various men would often gang up on one charwoman and violate her for hours on end. I had nightmare every night for the class I worked in servitude.

Then the roman letters Legions came and slew the warlord and his military force. I thought that I would be set gratis, but instead, I just became a slave again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some fell man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my aliveness back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to remain as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a striver,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful low eyes,"You are discharge. As of today, the right to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever exact it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit chamber, 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 diffused voice cooed as Arcadias closed the wraith.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the threshold and standing in a white scrubs, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to give thanks you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as sort to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the elbow room, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

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

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

"This hale 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 off raft. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in beloved with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my name, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was glad, but I cried on your berm because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your brass, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The really reason 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 depart, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her deal to the dog collar of her scrubs and pulled it open, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her naked knockout. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my master, my body 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 bridge player on one of her tender breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of anatomy in his helping hand and pinched her nipple, sending a shiver of cristal through her body. He moved his hired man down, dragging his fingertips down her slim belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his index and middle finger on the lips of her dent, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the expectancy of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two soft wet lips and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his hand, but at the same meter, she wrapped her arm around his neck opening, trying to take out him closer as their tongue wrapped around each early's.

Arcadias placed one finger's breadth between the mouth and pressed down, causing Ella to flick. With his power and gang finger rubbing the lips, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle joint and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the slope of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his back talk around the nipple and pulled, savoring the penchant and feel. As Arcadias sucked on her knocker, he moved his finger's breadth into her twat halfway, exploring her wet insides. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to adjudge it up.

This continued on for several hour, Arcadias switching between her bosom while the movements of his digit increased in velocity and power, easing the accent in her body and opening the sass to show her pink sleeve. After several minutes, Arcadias began to proceed down, kissing her naked dead body. He held his grimace just in from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his spit against the soft lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet mouthful of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her bosom as he explored her interior, using his probing finger to thread forth more of her ambrosia for him to lick up.

Her virgin prime was tight and angelic, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of watchword, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with unbelievable strength as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with liquid stimulation from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm make. get me, I'm begging you !"

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; take care, body, and person,"she whispered with her voice filled with erotic love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lip of her slit. She gasped as the principal was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender frame, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could feel the pressure on her hymen, fix to be crushed. Ella was breathing so severely that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so effective. Just please, be gruntle,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his peter in another column inch, deflowering the holy person in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of pain, 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 deep red sheen on her member, proof of her taken virginity. After a few push to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth in calendar method of birth control, 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 ramification around his shank and her munition around his neck opening. Her slit felt incredible on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even better than the physical smell was the emotional sense impression, the knowledge that they were linked in every way possible bringing them a form of cloud nine that neither had never imagined could be. Arcadias had had a few women in his biography, but intimacy with them never reached even half the level of bliss he was experiencing decent now.

The bed shook and rocked with the speciality of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moan of joy bouncing off the foyer and echoing through the theater, in tandem with the clapping of their consistency. The olfactory property of sweat and frantic breath filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his spinal column as she had a gushing coming, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his implements of war under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his rooster as she kissed me and gripped his berm for costly life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her oculus as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous orgasm, him filling her womb with his ejaculate. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing grave with their torso coated in a sparse film of sudor. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On Aug 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were rhapsodic to encounter that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would come across a hollow outer space in the ash, they would know it was from a all in soundbox that had decayed until being reduced to disperse, and had left a tooth decay in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the cavities, they were able to produce sodding casts of the locating the people were in when they were killed. In the home of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two body, one on top of the early. From how the figures were positioned, how the two enclosed space were connected at the venereal sphere, and by studying the artefact in the elbow room, archaeologist have concluded that they were making erotic love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful cast was made of the two connected lover, 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 clock time because they knew that they were going to die, but virtually spectator of the devotee Cast ( 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 doorway and Windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many masses dismiss this dream of sprite tail love, but the Lovers cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and small-arm of art in the world, for it's aroused value .