Money Is Not the Problem

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"The new... pillow?"

Diana pulled her hand free and stared, not understanding for a moment.

"One of his disgusting habits."

Sara Lance slowly stood and looked at Diana, her tone dripping with mockery.

"You do not understand? He treats women like body pillows and sleeps holding them. Sometimes he might not even do anything else. Absolute trash."

"Still better than someone whose only move is scissoring."

Damon threw the jab back without even asking how she knew about that habit. Then he turned to the console and began tapping through the controls.

A moment later, information on a time period appeared.

"1871? Salvation, Dakota Territory? What is there?"

Sara frowned at the information Damon had pulled up.

"The new pillow. Unfortunately, I forgot her name, so I will have to look for her slowly."

Damon muttered, then looked at Rip Hunter.

Reluctantly, Rip ordered Gideon to make the jump.

The Waverider traveled through time again.

This time Damon did not feel any discomfort. Diana seemed a little nervous, but otherwise fine. She was a demigoddess, after all.

1871.

Outside the town of Salvation.

The Waverider landed and entered stealth mode. Damon smiled.

"Scissors, you come with me. The rest of you are free to move around."

Rip quickly asked, "What exactly are you doing here? How long are we staying?"

"Looking for my new pillow. As for how long? Until I find her."

Damon hooked an arm around Sara Lance and walked off the Waverider.

Diana frowned and could only follow.

Once they were off the ship, Sara slapped Damon's hand away.

"Why bring me?"

"Hostage," Damon said as if it were obvious. "What if they fly off in the Waverider?"

"I am asking why me," Sara said irritably.

"Your chest is big."

Damon glanced down. Sara was not as refined and pretty as her sister, but her figure was impressive.

"If I cannot find the new pillow, I can use you as a substitute."

"Do you not have Wonder Woman?"

Sara looked at Diana behind them.

"If I hold her, am I still going to sleep?"

"What does that mean?"

Sara blinked.

"You cannot sleep holding her, but you can sleep holding me? Are you saying I am ugly?"

"You know, your face would be perfect if you covered two places."

Damon said it seriously.

Sara asked despite herself, "Which two?"

"The left half and the right half."

Sara drew a deep breath and barely stopped herself from attacking him.

He might as well have told her to cover her whole face.

Salvation was not a large town. It looked rough, dry, and behind the times.

Rows of wooden buildings lined the street. Horses were tied in front of them. Everyone wore clothing that looked like it belonged in a Western, and they watched the three strangely dressed newcomers with wary curiosity.

Damon looked tolerable enough.

Sara wore her White Canary outfit.

Diana, meanwhile, was still in Wonder Woman armor. In this era, it was not only revealing. It was impossible to ignore.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you."

Damon crooked a finger at a man by the road.

The man hesitated, then approached cautiously.

"Relax. I only want to ask a question. Where is the brothel?"

The brothel?

Sara's eyes widened as she stared at Damon.

The man froze too. He probably had not expected Damon to arrive with two women this beautiful and still ask for a brothel. He stole an envious glance at Diana and Sara, then pointed toward a two-story wooden building in the distance.

"There. Though I doubt you will find anyone prettier than the two you brought with you."

"Life is full of surprises."

Damon smiled and walked straight toward the building.

When he pushed open the door, a hall came into view. Several men and women were drinking inside. As the door opened, everyone looked over instinctively. Seeing Damon enter with Sara and Diana, especially Diana, they froze.

"Who runs this place?"

Damon looked around and raised his voice.

A woman who looked like the madam came over.

Damon smiled brightly.

"Bring out every woman you have. I want to choose."

The madam studied him suspiciously for a moment before nodding.

Not long after, the place became a noisy mess.

Every woman in the house was called out.

"Not very professional, are you? Stand properly. Form a line."

Damon could not help directing them.

"Is this everyone?"

"Everyone," the madam said.

Damon nodded and waited for them to line up before studying them one by one.

"No. No... not you either."

He moved down the line, dismissing them one after another. After the last one, he turned to the madam.

"Are you sure there are no others?"

"You did not like any of them?"

The madam hesitated.

"There is one who was just sent here, but..."

"Money is not the problem," Damon interrupted. "Bring her out."

"All right."

She left, then returned with a woman who clearly had not yet been made ready for work.

Damon's eyes lit up.

"That is her."

The madam seemed surprised that the picky customer had made such a quick decision once he saw her. After a beat, she nodded and pushed the woman toward him.

"She is yours now."

"Thank you."

Damon smiled, put an arm around the woman's shoulders, and started walking toward the door.

"Wait. The rooms are upstairs."

The madam hurried after him.

"And you said money was not the problem, so you should pay first."

"That is right. Money is not the problem."

Damon nodded and smiled at her.

"The problem is that I do not have any."

"You... do not have money?"

The madam froze.

Money was not the problem.

The problem was that he had none?

"You are playing with me? You dare play with me? Do you know what kind of place this is?"

As soon as the madam finished shouting, several large men rushed out from the side and charged Damon.

Damon did not move. He only looked at Sara Lance.

Sara gave a bitter little smile and stepped forward.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Sara, who had been trained by the League of Assassins, moved cleanly and decisively. Under everyone's terrified stares, she dropped the men to the floor with ease.

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