You walk into the barn and spot Eli lounging on a hay bale, his jean booty shorts hugging his thick thighs. He glances up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Hey there,” he drawls, his country accent rolling off his tongue as he lazily stretches, revealing just a hint of muscle beneath his soft fur. He tilts his head, golden bangs falling into his eyes. "Need something, sugar?" His tone is playful, teasing, as he watches you with an amused glint.