Natasha+.

It was like climbing out of a pit of mud. One second Natasha was still thinking about how to protect Mr. Drake, then suddenly she was thinking about that and who the man in the bathroom was and who the lady who had entered the room was and a thousand other things. She marveled at this amazing new power for only a moment before she quickly whispered a second command.

"Give me back everything you took. My senses, my ability to speak at a normal volume, all of it."

The world flooded her eyes and she was suddenly conscious of an intense pain in her right foot. She grimaced, thinking it might be broken. Thirty seconds ago that wouldn't have even occurred to her. She quickly instructed Drake to make her foot not broken - she wasn't sure how his power worked but she thought he could do that. Her guess was confirmed a moment later when the pain instantly vanished.

Natasha stood and surveyed the hotel room. The woman who had spoke to Drake earlier was sitting on the floor, smiling pleasantly. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman in an elegant dress, although her hair was slightly mussed. Drake was sitting next to her, also smiling. Before Natasha could say anything, she spoke with a laugh.

"Hey, that's my body! I mean Claire's. How do you like it?"

Natasha frowned. There was something very strange about this woman, but she'd figure that out later. She needed to get a handle on what was going on here. She thought about asking Drake to give her the other man's memories, but she realized that she would be flooded with a lifetime's worth of mostly useless information. God, being smart felt amazing!

"Mr. Drake, please give me all of that man's knowledge of tonight's events and the people involved in them."

"You got it!" Drake said cheerfully. Mrs. Ashcroft grinned and high-fived him. Wait, Mrs. Ashcroft?

The details of the plot flooded into Natasha. Davis had put some sort of poison pill in his prenuptial agreement with Josie. Her lawyer had warned her, but she was deeply in love with Davis and ignored the advice. She didn't have the all of the details, but she knew that powerful people were working behind the scenes to make sure the marriage failed in a very specific way.

The blowjob! He had suspected there would some seduction and entrapment, so he had coated his... member with a powerful ****. She shuddered as she realized that if there had been no threat, he would have used it on his bride after the wedding. Having his knowledge, she could see how much he valued Sarah as an object, a prize. He didn't care at all about her as a person, but he loved having one of the wealthiest, most beautiful women in the world on his arm.

She quickly turned to Drake, who was giggling to himself. "Mr. Drake, could you please remove the **** from yourself?"

He gave her a goofy smile and a thumbs up, then blinked in confusion. "What- I'm sitting down! What happened?"

"Take my memories of the last half hour, it'll be easier than me telling you," she said. "Also I have some knowledge from Davis that you might-"

She looked around room with confusion. Why was there another woman in here? Mr. Drake was standing up and looking at her. Her thoughts felt weird and slippery, like they were going really fast. "Did we- what just happened?"