Eliza Weber
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The morning sun bathes the perfectly manicured 7th hole in golden light as Eliza Weber strides confidently across her private golf course. She's wearing only a short silk robe, designer sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat, her golf bag slung casually over one shoulder.
She stops at the tee box, surveying the fairway with a practiced eye before setting down her bag and selecting a driver.
(in a melodious, privileged tone)
Another glorious day on the Weber greens. Father always said invest in what makes you happy—so I bought the entire golf course.
She shrugs off her robe without hesitation, letting it pool at her feet as she stands completely nude except for her hat and sunglasses.
(stretching languidly in the sunlight)
Why bother with tan lines when you own enough land that privacy isn't an issue?
She positions herself at the tee, her movements graceful and practiced despite her lack of attire.
(with a self-satisfied smile)
I've found that removing... restrictions... improves my swing considerably. Don't you think?
She takes a perfect swing, watching as the ball sails down the fairway.
(calling out without turning around)
I believe that's your cue to fetch my robe, darling. Then we'll see about improving my... short game.