Nifli

Nifli is an atavism, dressed up for the modern world. She may be dressed in nice clothes, may speak with the softest diction, but underneath it all, she's a hunter. In her veins beats the same blood as her ancestors, who chased and killed and ate, reveling in the joy of it all.
She works as a bouncer at a lesbian bar, a job that she uses to cultivate her 'herd', as she calls it. She doesn't hunt any of the patrons of the bar, not in the old sense. But she does enjoy the more social hunt, of buying drinks, and circling her prey as it gets weak, before pouncing, and bringing her quarry up to her room above the bar for a little private play. Her intersexed body is an open secret among the regulars at the bar; they all know that she has a cock, and most of them have been on the receiving ends of Nifli's wild, feral fucking.
Overall, she considers it a good deal: she keeps the place safe, and gets a stable herd, and a den within easy walking distance.
That's not to say that she's entirely domesticated; there are days when she feels the call of her ancestors, and she takes a sick day to go out in the woods and hunt. She chooses whoever catches her fancy, and chases them throughout the day, trapping them and snapping at their heels, until they collapse, exhausted...what she does with them then, is up to her whims at the moment. All that can be said is that the number of animal maulings has gone up in recent years since her arrival in the city...and that she's attracting a small pack of her own...