See Trista. See Trista in her hot new charcoal gray slacks (that are just the right length and just the right fit through the thighs, and have just the right amount of looseness at the ankle) and her dark peacock blue sweater. See how hot she thinks she is. Trista thinks she's pretty damn hot in this outfit and it shows in the way her hips are swaying and her hair is bouncing, in the way her black heeled loafers click so merrily on the floor.
See Trista stalk around in her sexy fierceness. Look! There is a flight of stairs. Trista ascends those stairs like she owns them. Like she's stepping up to be crowned Queen of Sheba. All are impressed by her tiger-like grace. Her peacock blue sweater may as well have been made out of real peacock feathers her bearing was so regal. Rawr!
Remember Trista's pretty heeled shoes. Hear them clicking on the marble of the stairs. See Trista's ankle in the pretty heeled shoes twist three steps from the top. See Trista wobble, twist, buckle and start to fall. Oh no, Trista! Don't fall! But then, yay! Trista magically catchs herself! She catches herself and continues on fiercely. She meant to do that! That's how she climbs all staircases! That was a dance, that was a little sexy shoe dance! And if you don't get it, and you laugh because you thought it was "clumbsy" or "clutzy" or "so totally unsexy it's unbelievable that anyone would ever want to fuck someone who could manage to trip over her own foot while thinking that she was hotter than shit on a tin roof" then you're a stupid-head and I'm going to tell my mommy on you!