A/N: This is what happens when insomnia kicks in. Do not take seriously. At all.
He gazed upon the full long mirror adorned on his wall, scanning head to toe at the reflection's beauty. What a sight it was! Long, luscious brunette hair in the fashion of a loose braid. Muscles that could only be achieve by a rigorous workout routine and a diet consisting of many tortillas de patatas for protein. A snake tattoo coiling its long body all around the torso, its shade compared to only the most beautiful of heliotropes. And those legs. Oh gods! What shape and form indeed. The almost skin-tight two-toned pants also add a nice touch.
"You're beautiful." he choked as he uttered those words. It was too hard for him to come up with any other phrase to sum up his feelings for his reflected counterpart.
"..."
"You agree? Now now, vanity is unbecoming you know."
"..."
"Will you grace me with the presence of your face? I'm sure not even the angels above could compare to your heavenly countenance." Vega chuckled as two of his fingers traced the outside of the mask, ready to reveal the contents beneath. Before he could do it, he recoiled, as if he was burnt by the sheer radiance from underneath.
"No no no. I shouldn't. Even I don't have the honor to gaze upon someone as magnificent as you." He leaned closer into the mirror, the distance between his face and the mirror only inches apart. Silence. Just looking back in those blue orbs set his heart on fire. Passion was burning inside him faster than those chilies he had in his paella that afternoon. So much passion he was getting uncomfortable in certain places.
"I love you..." he growled, ripping off the infernal veil. It fell onto the carpeted floor with little sound, which did not matter because he was too busy osculating with his reflection to pay any heed. "More than all the lovely women of Barcelona. Of Madrid. Of Spain. The whole world! It's only you I love and I mean that from the bottom of my heart..." he cried. He pulled his physiognomy away for a moment, again looking deeply into those cerulean eyes. His hand traced the outline of his own face, neck, abdominal muscles, lower and lower...
"Sir." the butler drawled as he opened the door.
"W-what is it? Can't you see I'm busy?!"
"Your lady has arrived for tonight's rendezvous. Should I tell her to wait in the lobby or have her come here?"
Vega paused for a moment before giving an answer. "...Have her wait in the hallway. I have some last minute preparations underway." The butler nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Talk about close. If the butler came in one second later, he would've witnessed Vega in such an embarrassing predicament. Last thing the matador wants is to have his picture all over the paper saying that Barcelona's famed bullfighter was caught partaking in a vulgar act. An act that involves a mirror, the expression of ecstasy and a hand.
"Alas, I must leave you. She is beautiful as well and I promised her to join her company this evening. I know I told you that there is no one as beautiful as you but I say many things while in the heat in passion. And why not enjoy all of life's beauty while you can? We only live once, do we not?"
"..."
"Please do not ignore me. I am begging you! Why can't I love you both? It's not like I can take both of you...with...me..." before he knew it, he made a run for it. A crazy idea hatching from the mind of the narcissistic madman.
"Are you ready to go?" Chun-Li asked.
"Yes. But first, I must tell you. We'll be having another guest accompanying us tonight." Vega answered, fumbling with the pocket of his shirt.
"Oh? Who else is coming with us?"
"This fine gentleman." he announced proudly as he opened a double compact mirror. "I know he's small but even beauty comes from the most miniscule of creatures."