When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen yr at high school, we studied a textbook that had sort of a"Roman soap opera ”, which took place before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and culture of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the pocket-size chamber of the brothel. However, the Lucy Stone terrace with a onionskin shock could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the recess with her back to him, slowly divest and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the answer in the form of her stress and the botheration in her voice. Reaching into the minuscule bag hanging from his whack, he drew a few flatware coins and stood up, handing them to the slave young lady."If they ask, you were perfect. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in respectable sense of right and wrong make a young woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered cleaning woman bum. To the surrounding sound of human body against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and women feinting pant and moan of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the cathouse and stepped outside and into the street of the brilliant city of Pompeii. He was XX two twelvemonth old with medium top for a man of his age and the shadow of a face fungus with short, wavy hairsbreadth. He had moved to Pompeii several yr ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his wits when he used to hold his father's riches to flow back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his sire about the normal of business to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to bring up that he crafty enough to know how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skill in the real humanity and take in a aliveness for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired attainment in gambling, he had managed to win possession of a trading company that worked in the local harbor, ensuring a steady and very respectable income. To anyone else, this would be a true blessing from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with piece of work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their legal transfer or to bring commodity to Pompeii. Now he had naught to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would occupy his fourth dimension. In Truth, this was a day-by-day trial for him, as even with his job and prodigious wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the roman Empire in superior general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to last. It held the custom that he had grown up in and knew. True, for person who had a endowment for making money, a meddlesome city like Pompeii was like the most rich of study in the possession of an skillful farmer, but not when the master consumer of the people's wealth sickened him.

Having reached the dock, 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 friend of those with money to drop !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his handwriting to Arcadias.

With bright, colorful robes and a market keeper's moustache, 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 pot of their riches needs slaves ! Who will clean your elegant sign of the zodiac, cook your nightly spread, and fulfill you long into the nighttime ?"

"I don't believe in thralldom, and if you know me enough to send for out my epithet without having never met me, then you should know 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 to the lowest degree see what I have to extend before you turn your back on this mortify merchant. impart them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake smiling, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

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

"These slaves are from the Gaelic lands that the legions have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to translate human speech and will work themselves to Death if you ask them to. They are sodding, the best tools brought to you solely by the well merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the personal credit line, feeling his belly twisting itself into burl. There was nada he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human beingness being bought, sold, and used like lifeless target. No matter where he went, thralldom 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 reason why his family had disowned him in the first place was because he had freed all of the slave in the Lucian home, essentially costing the family a small-scale fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the contrast, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light up and promise drained from their eyes and their bodies covered in cicatrix and bruise. But looking ahead, he was brought to an sharp stoppage. At the end of the phone line was a Danton True Young woman with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hairsbreadth that hid her low grimace. He walked over and stood in forepart of her, but she did not recognize him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around one of her delicate deal, causing her to reckon up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful young lady he had ever seen in his total life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender bone structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded skin color, which lacked even a undivided lentigo or defect. Her most striking feature were her patrician eyes, which were the shade of the sea on a perfect summertime day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artist in Italian capital would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas tent. He knew at that moment that he could not hire even a single step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

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

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

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

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

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

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the club for one of his sailors to unlock Ella's shackle, letting them fall to the level and reveal the bruises and wale on her radiocarpal joint.

"Ella, my gens is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may abide with me in my home as my respect guest. You won't be a slave or handmaiden, but a free woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that rent were rolling down her human face, her trembling articulatio humeri shaking the liquid pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His Holy Scripture were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her arms 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 stunner of Pompeii, of stone construction and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be well-off before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her expression, he knew that her fatherland trailed behind the Roman empire in computer architecture, beauty, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, Master,"Ella said softly.

He put his mitt on her shoulder 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 prop. 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 individual as my master copy of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one side as he analyzed her tone. There was no sadness or apprehensiveness in her interpreter. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the office ; she was aflutter, almost as if it were too good to be true.

"Just do me one thing : Are you doing this out of forced certificate of indebtedness, or do you honestly want to refund 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 copy and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to take care of you and make you happy."

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



walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up Thomas More and more. With each gradation she took and each word she murmured with her angelical representative, the nervousness and fear in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant grin ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hired hand when they reached a large clothing sales booth, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with cloth of all character and coloration, as well as sandals of all sizes.

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



release through the main entry hall, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a cube plot. The house was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the kernel of the room was a sunken pool of water, collected from the rainfall that fell through the spread skylight above, creating the minor anchor ring. The last denizen had removed his art and furniture, but could not ask away the frescos painted into the adhesive plaster when the house was built, coloring the paries with shot of nature and roman life. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and tables, simply to take up some empty infinite. Along the side of meat of the atrium were entree to the bedroom, 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 master of the home, situated in the very center of the home between the two closed chain. On either side of the study were hallways leading to the second pack, situated around a courtyard and garden.

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

"Welcome to my nursing 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 aflutter. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a well home.

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

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of clothes on the couch. With absolutely no waver, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. They were large for a undernourish girl like her, but not so large that Arcadias had noticed them before. His mentality took ascendance of his body before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her articulatio humeri.

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

As Arcadias spoke the words, he could almost find his genus Phallus reaching up and smacking him in the rachis of the head for talking.

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

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

His brain was tearing itself apart as his sense of manners fought his 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 chair, Ella continued to pull her dress off her articulatio humeri, fully exposing her cycle breast. She shook her hips from English to side as she pulled the fabric down her slender shank. His eyes were fixed on every curve ball of her body and every in of her raw soma. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thigh pressed against each early, hiding her flush from him, but allowing him to see just the thin patch of pubic hairsbreadth. common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or habit, but Arcadias was beginning to distrust that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her knees, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the English of her smooth second joint.

By now, Arcadias's stopcock was so hard that he could get used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the extrusion 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 William Henry Gates of paradise. The lips as soft as peak flower petal, and the wet pink interior was just barely seeable. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her victor with a very nervous but glad expression on her brass, her picket brass now red in embarrassment.

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

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

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to foot up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a prospect of her posterior that the gods would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella apparel and strip down half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her aspect. A few time, she would stop and cry for a few present moment, but her tears were of virgin joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

"I'm going to block off by the bathhouse while the sun is still up. Your 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-blooded bath,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized Bath, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a dozen more consortium in the massive elbow room and the bulwark were decorated with big house painting of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of the room was the entrance to the physical exertion area, and on the early side of meat was the entryway to the frigidarium, which held the cold baths.

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

"Oh, hey Quintus. Well, slave lady friend might not be the proper term…"

"fountainhead does she work on hard ? The new slaves from up north have no oeuvre ethic."

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

"No, I mean that she was never my slave miss. 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 Greek valerian. I did it because… I'm not trusted why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life of force servitude."

"wellspring what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

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

"By the deity, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a woman so bad, you could give birth just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a striver girl if you just wanted somebody to"focalize you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex hard worker, I know some sellers who go for way break prices than Syphax."

"red cent it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her exemption to protect her from that kind 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 Word towards Ella infuriating him.

"fine, 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 choler evident in his tone.



Arcadias entered his come caught the odors of several delicious beauty. 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 chuckle as he walked towards her.

"It is the responsibility of the servant to prepare the superior's dinner,"she said with a bow of her drumhead but a smile 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 tumid pot of stew hanging over the blast, a disk of blackguard porc, and bowl of yield and vegetables. to the highest degree plenteous kinsfolk would let a slave working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet Daughter of Neptune, you can wangle ?"

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

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

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a farmer. The summer in my motherland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the particolored walls as if to compare them to her memory board. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart became chilled as a bout rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Goidelic invaders killed my parents and I was sold into bondage. I became the servant of a kin leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn infant son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader's base, every night collapsing from enervation and wishing my sprightliness would end, fearing the day when my master's son would grow up and assume me as his bride.

In accuracy, I was prosperous to be chosen as the wife of the future clan loss leader. I was worked half to expiry, but my superior made for certain no one touched me. He didn't want to give his son damaged good. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their hard worker, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch as the strong would ravage and sodomize the weak. several men would often gang up on one womanhood and violate her for hour on end. I had nightmare every dark for the age I worked in servitude.

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

"You are not a hard worker,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful low-spirited eyes,"You are give up. As of today, the right to pick out who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever study 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 vox cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the threshold and standing in a white nightdress, 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 room access and Arcadias.

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

"Master, there is another affair I wanted to narrate you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulder and he looked into her oculus."Today you said that I regained the rightfield to chose who touches me. Master, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips 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 manpower from his berm and placed it on his boldness.

"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 bed at firstly mass. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love life with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my gens, I realized the Saami 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 face, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real cause 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 impart, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the collar of her nightie and pulled it clear, letting it descend down to her articulatio talocruralis and exposing her raw beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my headmaster, my body belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your devotee. 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 hand on one of her warm breasts and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his hand and pinched her tit, sending a quiver of Adam through her body. 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 stop ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

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

Arcadias placed one finger's breadth between the lip and pressed down, causing Ella to jerk. With his exponent and pack finger rubbing the sassing, he skimmed the hot wet inside 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 side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the teat and pulled, savoring the taste and flavor. As Arcadias sucked on her bosom, he moved his finger into her pussycat halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her custody pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to harbour it up.

This continued on for various minutes, Arcadias switching between her breasts while the movement of his fingers increased in velocity and power, easing the accent in her trunk and opening the back talk to show her pink arm. After respective minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her raw torso. He held his face just inch from her gates of nirvana, which was glistening from her arousal. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his natural language against the easy lips, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger's breadth and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet perceptiveness of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to draw forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her Virgo the Virgin flush was tight and sweet, and she had her smooth thighs pressed against the side of meat of his face as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her second joint clamped around his oral sex with incredible forcefulness as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with liquid rousing from her first base orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two buff kissing snuggling as he placed his hand on her brass."Are you indisputable about this ?"

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

Arcadias gripped his manhood and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his munition around her slender skeleton, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the brain, the two of them could feel the pressure on her Hymen, 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 easy,"

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

She cried out in a mix of joy of pain in the neck, and once she caught her hint, 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, substantiation of her taken virginity. After a few push to get acquainted, they began to move back and Forth River in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven deeper and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her coat of arms around his cervix. Her slit felt incredible on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like ticker of fruit. But even improve than the physical feeling was the emotional star, the cognition that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a mannequin of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few woman in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the grade of bliss he was experiencing proper now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strength of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's groan of joy bouncing off the Hall and echoing through the house, in tandem with the hand clapping of their bodies. The flavor of perspiration and phrenetic breath filled the elbow room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his book binding as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his arms under her back and sat on his heels, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for heartfelt life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very pinnace smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a coinciding orgasm, him filling her uterus with his seminal fluid. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing sullen with their bodies coated in a thin film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his side of meat and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

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



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Mount Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archeologists were rhapsodic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the urban center. Whenever they would come across a core out infinite in the ash, they would know it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquidness plaster into the cavities, they were able to create perfect cast of the stead the multitude were in when they were killed. In the base of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the bod of two bodies, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two bodily cavity were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologist have concluded that they were making dear, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected fan, and is one of the few that has been allowed to allow Pompeii. archeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making beloved for the in conclusion prison term because they knew that they were going to die, but almost viewers of the lover 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 room access and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many multitude dismiss this dream of fairy backside sexual love, but the lover Cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and pieces of art in the universe, for it's emotional value .