Nina, Angel's Ex

Andrew, very early one morning, was wandering the halls of Wolfram & Hart. He stumbled into a dark room unlike all the others. At first glance, it was empty. But he looked at the floor and saw on the other side of metal bars, there was a sleeping naked woman. He gasped, and that woke her up.

"Who are you?" she murmered.

"Who?--Why?--Are?--Boobies!" was all Andrew managed to blurt out. Her breasts WERE considerable and hung in perfect gravity on her body.

"I'm Nina. I'm a werewolf, so they had to lock me up. Yes, I am indeed naked. And thanks," she said, replying with sentences to each of his four words.

"But you aren't a werewolf now..." he said.

"Full moon's over," she sighed, standing up and putting on a red silk house-coat she had half torn up the earlier night. "I won't be all furry again for another month. But other things linger."

"Like bloodlust?" said Andrew fearfully.

She opened the cell door with her finger prints, part of a human detection. "No. The pure... Animalistic... Lust." She dropped the torn house coat, grabbed Andrew into the cell, and shut the bars once more.