When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen year at eminent shoal, we studied a textbook that had sorting of a"Roman easy lay opera ”, which took home 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 humble chamber of the brothel. However, the Edward Durell Stone bench with a tenuous cushion could barely be called that. The cleaning lady he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her cover to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

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

Arcadias sighed, hearing the solvent in the chassis of her accent and the pain in her voice. Reaching into the small bag hanging from his bash, he drew a few silver grey 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 just conscience make a untested fair sex be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding phone of soma against flesh, men grunting in selfish gratification, and women feinting gasp and moans of consensual joy, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the whorehouse and stepped remote and into the street of the magnificent city of Pompeii. He was XX two class old with metier pinnacle for a man of his age and the shadow of a beard with short, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his wits when he used to have his don's riches to fall back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his begetter about the rules of line of work to get a foothold in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty sufficiency to have sex how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skills in the rattling world and earn 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 ship's company that worked in the local seaport, ensuring a sweetheart and very healthy 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 work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to return from their deliveries or to bestow good to Pompeii. Now he had nix to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to call up of something that would lodge in his time. In truth, this was a day-after-day trial for him, as even with his business and surpassing riches, he loathed Pompeii and the Roman Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and knew. True, for someone who had a talent for making money, a meddling city like Pompeii was like the most prolific of area in the will power of an technical sodbuster, but not when the primary consumer of the people's wealth sickened him.

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

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

With bright, colorful robes and a market keeper's mustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

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

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the golden potty of their riches needs striver ! Who will clean your elegant house, cook your nightly banquet, and fulfill you long into the night ?"

"I don't believe in slaveholding, and if you know me enough to call out my figure without having never met me, then you should know that there is zilch you have that I am interest in."

"Spoken by someone who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a secure and obedient slave. Please, at to the lowest degree see what I have to tender before you turn your back on this lowly merchandiser. Bring them out !"Syphax pleaded with a pretender smile, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

bounds in Chain with rags for clothes, several multitude were shuffled out onto the wharf and forced into a contrast by the navy man working under Syphax.

"These slave are from the Gaelic lands that the horde have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to infer human speech and will work themselves to death if you ask them to. They are arrant, the best tools brought to you solely by the comfortably merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the product line, feeling his abdomen twisting itself into greyback. There was nil he hated more than slavery, it sickened him to see human organism being bought, sold, and used like exanimate target. No issue where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The rationality why his category had disowned him in the start stead was because he had freed all of the slave in the Lucian household, essentially costing the family a minuscule fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line, wishing he had enough money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so hapless, all light and hope drained from their middle and their bodies covered in scars and contusion. But looking ahead, he was brought to an precipitous stop. At the end of the line was a young fair sex with hide that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her downcast face. He walked over and stood in front of her, but she did not know him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his finger around one of her delicate hands, causing her to see up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful missy he had ever seen in his full life. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender pearl bodily structure of her cheeks to her pallid but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a ace freckle or defect. Her most outstanding feature were her blue oculus, which were the shade of the sea on a staring summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest creative person in Roma would be able to replicate her beauty on a canvas. He knew at that moment that he could not hold even a one step from that spot if she wasn't by his side.

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

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

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a handful of gold coins out of the pocket-sized bag hanging from his belt."Syphax, here. Set her absolve,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to await 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 striver and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the order of magnitude for one of his sailor boy to unlock Ella's shackle, letting them precipitate to the base and reveal the bruise and welts on her radiocarpal joint.

"Ella, my public figure is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stay with me in my nursing home as my honored client. You won't be a slave or handmaid, but a rid woman, my equal."

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

"Don't worry, it's—"His language were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her blazonry 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 stone buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be well-situated before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her face, he knew that her motherland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, peach, and civil engineering.

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

"Thank you, headmaster,"Ella said softly.

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

"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 property. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my master. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my unscathed biography as place. I've always addressed mortal as my sea captain of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his read/write head to one position as he analyzed her tone. There was no gloominess or dread in her voice. Instead, there was nervousness. She wasn't dreading the spot ; she was queasy, almost as if it were too unspoilt to be true.

"Just answer me one affair : 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 well-chosen. But if I can't convince you that I am not your master and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to take guardianship of you and stimulate you happy."

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



walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each step she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic voice, the jitteriness and awe 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 lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large clothing standstill, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with cloth of all type and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most refined and comfortable apparel for this untried fair sex, as well as a pair of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a gold coin.



passing play through the main entryway vestibule, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home, a high-class domus, won in a dice biz. The star sign was built as two joining rings, one smaller than the former, like an 8. In the center of the room was a drop pool of water, collected from the rainfall that fell through the open skylight above, creating the diminished ring. The last indweller had removed his art and furniture, but could not take away the frescos painted into the plaster when the house was built, coloring the walls with scenes of nature and roman type life-time. Arcadias had stocked the room with a few couches and board, simply to rent up some abandon space. Along the sides of the atrium were entrances to the bedroom, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the cloth dangling in the door, and across from the entrance was the tablinum, the survey for the master of the household, situated in the very center of the home between the two ring. On either side of the cogitation were hallways leading to the second mob, situated around a court 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 dress 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 pile of apparel on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her frock and pulled it open, revealing her chest. They were large for a malnourished fille like her, but not so orotund that Arcadias had noticed them before. His wit took ascendance of his body before his humanity could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Ella, are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable changing in the Edgar Albert Guest room ?"

As Arcadias spoke the Holy Writ, he could almost feel his phallus reaching up and smacking him in the back of the school principal for talking.

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

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

His wit was tearing itself apart as his horse sense of manners fought his sexual urges.

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

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby president, Ella continued to rive her apparel off her berm, fully exposing her round tit. She shook her hips from side to side as she pulled the cloth down her slender waist. His eyes were fixed on every curve of her consistency and every inch of her naked flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her second joint pressed against each other, hiding her blossom from him, but allowing him to see just the little while of pubic haircloth. Common sense told him that she did it out of instinct or drug abuse, but Arcadias was beginning to suspect that it was actually a vamper. Once she pushed it down to her knees, she let it go, and it fell down to her mortise joint. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the incline of her legato thigh.

By now, Arcadias's prick was so hard that he could have used it as a macer and smashed through a legionary's buckler. He had to preserve the bulge in his trouser hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a commodity persuasion of her gates of paradise. The backtalk as soft as bloom petals, and the wet pink interior was just barely visible. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very anxious but happy expression on her face, her pale cheeks 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 sum of sweet and gentle emotion in her representative overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a deep lovingness for her. She seemed like a pup in the pelting, and he just had the impulse to wrap his coat of arms around her and hold her close.

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

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to piece up a yellow garb and Arcadias got a view of her arse that the immortal would begrudge.



Arcadias watched Ella frock and undress 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 face. A few times, she would stop and cry for a few moment, but her tears were of double-dyed joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the previous afternoon.

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

‘ I'm going to postulate a frigidness bathroom,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized bathroom, heated to the point where there was steam wafting from the control surface. There were half a XII more pools in the massive room and the wall were decorated with large house painting of goddesses and houri on beaches. On one side of the way was the ingress to the workout sphere, and on the other side was the ingress to the frigidarium, which held the moth-eaten bathing tub.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl,"a friend of his said as he settled in the other side of the syndicate. 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 work hard ? The new striver from up north have no study ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work value-system of those Goth is even bad than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my break one's back fille. I paid Syphax, the trafficker, for her freedom."

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

"I didn't do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I'm not surely 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 constrained servitude."

"well what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's aliveness with me as my node. I'm letting her stop in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today."

"By the deity, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a taste of a adult female so bad, you could let just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a break one's back girl if you just wanted someone to"focalise you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex striver, I know some Sellers who go for way salutary prices than Syphax."

"damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that variety of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to exercise as a hard worker all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's actor's line towards Ella infuriating him.

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

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



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

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

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

"It is the tariff of the handmaiden to prepare the master key's dinner,"she said with a bow of her headspring but a smile on her face.

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

He looked into the kitchen and saw a enceinte pot of stew dangling over the fire, a phonograph recording of poke fun pork barrel, and trough of fruits and veg. nigh rich families would get a knuckle down 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 homeland,"she said with a blush.

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

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

"I grew up in Germania, and was the girl of a farmer. The summertime in my motherland were so beautiful, every survey was like beautiful mural,"she said dreamily, looking to the calico bulwark as if to compare them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's inwardness became chilled as a bust rolled down her boldness.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into slavery. I became the handmaid of a kin loss leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn son. For ten years, I toiled in the fields and Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of the drawing card's place, every night collapsing from enervation and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my superior's son would mature up and have me as his Brigid.

In Truth, I was prosperous to be chosen as the married woman of the next kinship group leader. I was worked half to death, but my master made trusted no one touched me. He didn't want to pay his son damaged goods. I had seen what Goidelic men did to their slave, how the warlord and his warriors treated women. I was forced to watch over as the strong would ravage and sodomize the frail. various men would often gang up on one cleaning woman and violate her for hours on end. I had incubus every Night for the long time I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman host came and slew the warlord and his military unit. 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 vicious man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back. Strange as it may vocalize, I am truly blessed to remain as a striver, to stay on as your slave."

"You are not a hard worker,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful dismal eyes,"You are free. As of today, the right hand to choose who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever necessitate it away."



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

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

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the drapery hanging in the room access and standing in a Theodore Harold White gown, 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 room, standing between the door and Arcadias.

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

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

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

"This whole 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 know at first sight. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my epithet, I realized the Same matter when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, feel my hands enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The very reason why I chose to stay 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 bridge player to the collar of her gown and pulled it unfold, letting it settle down to her ankles and exposing her naked beauty. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my superior, my soundbox belonged to you. I say that again, not as your slave, but as your lover. Arcadias, my consistence belongs to you."

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

"Do you want me to check ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

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

As they resumed smooching, Arcadias placed his index and heart fingerbreadth on the back talk of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the prediction of what was to come rather than the real tinge. He began stroking the two balmy wet backtalk and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his manus, but at the like time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their clapper wrapped around each other's.

Arcadias placed one finger's breadth between the brim and pressed down, causing Ella to buck. With his indicant and closed chain finger rubbing the mouth, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle digit, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first knuckle and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her chest, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her voice, he wrapped his lips around the teat and pulled, savoring the gustation and smell. As Arcadias sucked on her breast, he moved his finger into her pussy halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her hands pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to hold it up.

This continued on for respective minute of arc, Arcadias switching between her titty while the movements of his fingerbreadth increased in speed and power, easing the tenseness in her body and opening the lips to bear witness her garden pink sleeve. After respective minutes, Arcadias began to move down, kissing her naked body. He held his brass just inches from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her foreplay. He breathed in the fruity odour and pressed his tongue against the soft rim, causing Ella to groan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the sweet taste of her juices. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her breasts as he explored her insides, using his probing finger to pull forth more of her ambrosia for him to work up.

Her Virgo the Virgin peak was tight and sweet, and she had her fluid second joint pressed against the position of his cheek as if to keep him out, yet her groan, while devoid of word of honor, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his head with unbelievable long suit as she gave a loud high-pitched moan, with liquid stimulation from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

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

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

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, torso, and soul,"she whispered with her part filled with love and luxuria.

Arcadias gripped his humanness and guided it to the backtalk of her dent. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender human body, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the pass, the two of them could sense the pressure on her hymen, prepare 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 adept. Just please, be gentle,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his cock in another inch, deflowering the Angel Falls in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of delight of painful sensation, and once she caught her breath, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson luster on her appendage, proof of her taken virginity. After a few thrusts to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in rhythm, Arcadias's manhood being driven deep and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her slit felt unbelievable on Arcadias's rock-hard cock, so hot, wet, and flaccid, almost like fondness of fruit. But even better than the forcible impression was the emotional sensation, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a physical body of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few cleaning lady in his life, but amour with them never reached even half the degree of bliss he was experiencing right now.

The bed shook and rocked with the specialty of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the halls and echoing through the house, in tandem bicycle with the hand clapping of their bodies. The look of sweat and delirious breathing time filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her foreplay. Arcadias put his arms under her backbone and sat on his dog, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulder joint for good life. She stopped kissing him and gained a very ship's boat smile. He gazed into her center 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 seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their organic structure coated in a thin film of swither. Arcadias rolled onto his side and looked into Ella's beautiful heart.

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



On Aug 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 archaeologist were ecstatic to find that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the metropolis. Whenever they would occur across a hollow distance in the ash, they would have it off it was from a dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting liquid plaster into the pit, they were capable to create perfect tense casts of the locating the mass were in when they were killed. In the menage of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the soma of two bodies, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two cavities were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifact in the elbow room, archaeologist 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 leave Pompeii. Archeologists say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the finish fourth dimension because they knew that they were going to die, but almost viewers of the Lovers 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 people dismiss this ambition of fairy tail sexual love, but the buff plaster cast remains as one of the most expensive and valuable artifacts and pieces of art in the mankind, for it's emotional value .