The Prosperous Age's Book Model

Ten years had passed since they last met, and she had become the public face of a city. How could I show up carrying a newly published poetry collection that ran counter to everything modern commercial strategy stood for? We had met by chance, but I never expected her to let bygones be bygones, risk falling out with her agent, and agree to represent this purely literary poetry collection, which had no practical use or commercial value. In other words, she became the model for my book... I picked it up, and her graceful fingers brushed away the dust covering old memories. She lifted it gently to her fashionable, sexy chest. Yes, yes, that's it. Change the angle and lighting, and raise the stand a little higher. A little higher...