Pieces falling into place

In the cellar, Ursula pulled out a vintage wine to show to Pete. She handed it to him while at the same time he handed her the vampire wine.
"It's $400, but I think it's worth the price," she explained to him. Pete feigned looking over the bottle. He barely remembered the time days earlier when he'd be concerned about things like money. Ursula looked over the vampire wine, not knowing its true nature. "What kind of wine is this? It looks incredibly old."
Pete told the truth when he responded, "I don't know exactly, but I've never had anything like it. Would you like to try a glass?"
"Oh, I couldn't! Save it for your wife."
"I insist. There's more than enough to go around." It was only then when he said it and looked at the bottle did he realize that the bottle was mostly full despite all the drinking of it the night before. Whatever dark power fueled this seismic change in his family wanted to make sure there was always an avenue to spread itself.
"Well, alright," she said with a small laugh.
He could have easily had her drink until she turned. He could even have given some to every patron and worker there, but where would the fun in that be? There were glasses hanging up on a rack for a quick snoot. He made sure to grab the smallest ones -- enough to affect her but not enough to turn her.
"To marriage!" she toasted.
"And new friends!" he toasted back.

Dominic had gotten back to his senses alone in the men's room. He tried to think what happened, but his mind insisted he shrug it off. He went back to his piano and started his next set. He looked around to see if anyone wondered where he'd been, but Ursula was nowhere to be found, Sophia was serving a tray of drinks and Anthony was at the bar with a woman. Meanwhile Becky had chatted up some women at another table.

Back in the cellar Ursula was starting to feel the effects of the vampire wine.
Pete led off the conversation, "Tell me more about yourself."
Ursula didn't take it as a command but as an opportunity. She felt free to reveal all about herself. She touched on her family and the business. Pete dug deeper.
"All of that sounds good. Yet it seems too good to be true. Tell me what you're really thinking. "
"It's... not as perfect as I made it. Anthony has been a great husband. Still... still I haven't been faithful." The vampire wine didn't make her say that. It was the truth. It did loosen the tongue when it came to exposing the bad things inside her.
"I am sorry to hear that. Thank you for telling me. These things happen -- especially to sluts."
Ursula was shocked at this man she barely knew calling her such a horrible word, yet she couldn't deny it. She bowed her head down and in hushed tones admitted, "I am a slut."
Pete took his thumb and forefinger and lifted her head by her chin. She stared into her soul and insisted, "There is nothing wrong with being a slut. Something I learned very recently is that we are our darkest desires. Everything else is for show. Embrace it. Become it."
Ursula was enthralled. She looked into Pete's eyes and worshipped his truth. "I am a slut," again, this time with pride.
Pete beamed with pride of his own. "Yes, yes, but you're just an amateur. There's so much wasted time you have to make up for. So many sins yet to commit. Will you join us willingly?" he proposed as he revealed his fangs.
"Not yet."
Pete, surprised at the answer, inquired, "Why not?"
"I want my husband to watch."

Sophie finished the last of the orders for the moment. She didn't know where her mother had gone and had to scramble to make up the work. She used the free moment to see Dominic. He was diligently playing as always, but he had a look of consternation on his face. "Dom, are you OK?" He assured her he was fine. Still when he turned back to the patrons he grimaced again. Any time a part of a song required only one hand he took a second to adjust his crotch as discretely as he could in hopes to alleviate the pressure building up.

At the bar, Anthony too found a spare moment. He shrugged off the sinister advances of Professor JJ and realized Ursula had been gone for some time. He brushed off JJ's order for another drink and made his way into the back room then down into the cellar.
"Ursula? Ursula, are you coming back up? Urs-- WHAT THE FUCK?!"
On the cellar floor spread eagle was Anthony's wife. Each hand was hanging on to different posts of the wine rack. On top of her was the male customer, Pete, that he saw go with her earlier plowing away unmercifully into her. Never before had Anthony been so enraged. He lurched forward to pummel the man senselessly until something held him back. He turned to see a woman half of his size holding him by the shoulder. Too angry to remember or even care that this woman was the wife of the customer now on his wife, he attempted to push her away. Hannah used her vampiric speed and strength to **** him down on his knees to get a front-row seat at his wife's rutting. "Your wife has something to tell you," Hannah hissed with fangs prominently displayed.
Ursula turned her head to her husband, not stopping her grinding with Pete to talk to him. "Why were you always such a wimp? I married a giant of a man. Someone who could crush any other man, yet you treated me like a piece of glass. I needed someone to fuck me so hard it hurt 'cause you weren't man enough to. You wondered if I was cheating, and I was. Dominic never held back. He fucked me so good. I'm such a slut. I can't deny -- I WON'T deny it anymore. You married a fucking slut and you didn't take advantage of that. YES! OH THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD! I'M COMING!"