Author's Note: For once, I don't have much to write only that the twins are definately in the next chapter!

Disclaimer: The W.Bros would be pretty upset if I said that I owned the Matrix.

Shameless

She is the Helen of Troy.
Just sitting there, trying to construct meaningless conversation.
But it is quite hard;
Seeing that she has no eyes in the middle of her chest.
The Merovingian cannot help himself from staring at this amazing woman.
Purring to her with his thick french accent while stroking the cool glass of his champagne flute.

The restaurant is a magnificent place.
They sit at a elongated white table;
Ivory and chartreuse lillies adorn its centrepiece.
Finger-like leaves bending over the bowl-
Dipping into the tranquil water
The Merovingian sits with his wife, his guest sits on the opposite side.
He is wearing a striking red suit,
Complimenting the abstract green and white lead lights.

Persephone sits back,
Biting her tongue.
She wants to scream at him and to wrench her nails into Cybil's face.
However,
She'd have to credit her-
Most women would be battering eyes and fanning themselves at her husband's shameless flirting.
But no-
Not this one.
She avoids his subtle advances.

'I must go.' Cybil says,
'Smith will be expecting me.'
'Of course Mon Cherie- Farewell.' he replies as he watches her stand up and take her leave.

Two silver-clad albinos appear and start stalking after the departing woman.
'Mero- do something!' Persephone mumbles anxiously,
'Oh come on darling, they've been working hard all week-
They need their fun.' her husband replies nonchalantly.


Oooh! What do the Twins do! Well, you'll have to wait!