Good question.

"I'm Rachel, of course," she answered beatifically. She was still on her knees, so she began to stand when he interrupted with a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll tell you when you can get up," he growled. She shrugged and remained on her knees. Claire knew that something was wrong, but she felt oddly placid about it. Davis was a nice man, and he would be good to her.

"Now, I know you're obviously not Rachel." She was, but that didn't matter. "So who are you really?"

"Rachel," she said with a smile. She didn't mind contradicting him. Her knees were starting to sort of hurt. That didn't really bother her.

"What the fuck..." he muttered, pacing the room angrily. "They said that you wouldn't be able to lie. How are you still lying to me?"

"I'm not," she said. "I'm Rachel. Why shouldn't I be able to lie?"

He sighed and sat back in the chair. "We knew you were gonna try to infiltrate and we had a feeling this was the angle of attack. My dick was coated in a special substance that makes people... well, docile. You shouldn't be able to lie to me or disobey me right now, but I fucking know you're not Rachel."

So that was it. Claire tried to summon her training and resist the **** but it was no use. She just didn't want to.

"Ok, let's try something else. Stand up, take off that dress and let me see your body."

She complied without hesitation. Standing up, she shrugged off the dress and laid it neatly across the bed. "Underwear too," he grunted, and she was soon fully nude in front of him. She was slightly cold but wasn't bothered by that either.

He moved around her, examining her like a piece of meat. Rachel stared placidly at the wall in front of her. She didn't respond when he reached out to caress her right breast or slap her on the ass.

"Whoever did this, it's a hell of a job. I almost believe you're her. So since you seem to really think you're her, why don't you tell me what you're doing here?"

"Standing in your room and talking to you," she replied pleasantly. Davis seemed frustrated.

"No, what's your fucking agenda?"

"Oh. I was told to seduce you. There's a hidden camera in this room that will take a full video," she said. She really, really wasn't supposed to tell him that, but it didn't matter.

"Finally, some answers! So why are you getting this video?"

She shrugged, sending a tremor through her breasts. "I don't know. I was hired to infiltrate this party and seduce you."

His eyebrows perked up. "Who hired you?"

"They don't have a name. They contact people like me when things need to be done. I've never seen the same person twice. I'm on a job for them right now, but it's not going very well." She said this matter-of-factly, not a trace of regret in her voice.

Davis chuckled and squeezed her right breast. "It definitely isn't. So you're actually Rachel? They approached you personally?"

"No, they approached me, Claire. Rachel isn't aware of the job at all. I'm only using her to get to you."

"Using her?" he prompted. When she didn't reply, he asked directly. "How are you using her?"

"We have a fixer upstairs, Jonathan Drake. He was able to put multiple minds into this body. I'm currently both Rachel and Claire. I have each of their memories, personalities, and minds. To be honest, it's all rather confusing, but I was told-"

He cut her off as he registered what she'd said. "A fixer? They've got a fucking fixer, right now, in this hotel? Holy shit!"

She smiled, pleased that she could garner such a positive response. "We do! The last time I saw him, he was sitting in a room upstairs with two other men and Rachel's body. I mean, my body. I think? You see how confusing it is."

Davis was ignoring her and typing furiously into his phone. "An actual fucking fixer! If I can bring in a live fixer they'll... shit, they'll put me in charge!" He turned to Rachel. "You're about to make me a very powerful man."

She smiled warmly. That sounded nice.