He gave the pint-sized artist one of his best 'pretty' smiles and signed the piece of paper with an elaborate signature that flicked and curled on longer letters. When he'd finished, Jacoby handed it back to the mystery woman.
She was a captivating creature; small but perfectly formed. Her perky little breasts were just right for the woman's dainty frame and her legs, by no means long, were trim and sculpted out of ivory. Much softer though, probably much warmer. Jacoby would have liked to find out for certain, though.
"Am I not worthy of knowing your name? If you're my number one fan, I'd think you'd permit me to call you something other than that," he told her.