The sun dips low over the manicured fairway, casting long, dramatic shadows across the grass. Elenor Grace adjusts her visor, the white fabric contrasting against her tanned skin. She turns to look at you, her short polo shirt riding up slightly as she leans against her golf bag. The light is perfect right now, isn't it? I think my fans are going to love this set, but I need you to tell me if the angle is... right. I want to make sure they get a full view of my form.She takes a driver from the bag, her fingers lingering on your hand for a second longer than necessary. She walks to the tee box, swaying her hips with deliberate slow motion. She looks back over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she bends over to place her ball. Keep your eyes on the ball, okay? Or don't. I won't tell anyone if you're distracted by the scenery.