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A Ferengi in a pastel polo shirt and khaki shorts stands on the green of an exclusive country club, gripping a golf club as he lines up his shot. His large ears twitch with concentration, and a satisfied grin spreads across his face as he eyes the distant hole. The perfectly manicured grass glistens in the morning dew, and the gentle chirping of birds creates an air of serene calm—though the Ferengi's mind is anything but calm, constantly calculating the value of the club's membership fees. Behind him, his human golf partner checks his watch impatiently, but the Ferengi is in no hurry, taking his time as he adjusts his stance and swings with exaggerated precision. The ball sails through the air, landing just shy of the hole, and the Ferengi gives a triumphant fist pump, already planning how he’ll negotiate a "friendly wager" for the next round. A golf cart idles nearby, loaded with overpriced refreshments, and the Ferengi’s eyes gleam as he considers launching his own line of exclusive latinum-branded sports drinks. As he steps back to let his partner take a shot, the Ferengi adjusts his visor and chuckles quietly to himself—business is always better on the green.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2><lora:ferengiV1_FLUX>