[ WP ] The socialite hostess of an upscale cocktail party enters the room wearing just heels and necklace .

Silence spread through the dining hall like butter: a slow wave of averted eyes and muted conversations. Miranda stood victorious at the top of the stairs, her sizable bosom thrust out with pride beneath several strands of glorious white pearls. Not a single shred of clothing could be seen between those pearls and the matching stilettos she wore on her feet. 
 
 `` I'm back!'' She laughed the words, her eyes sparkling with three bottles of wine. A moment's pause, and she began a slow descent down the staircase to rejoin the party. She gripped the railing tightly with her free hand. The other spilled puddles of Spottswoode Cabernet Sauvignon onto the staircase and into her shoes. 
 
 The party goers stared in fascination. Men and women alike had their eyes fixed on Miranda as she came to those final few steps and found the base with a sharp strike of her heel. She stumbled forward, and a young man moved to catch her; but with no good place to put his hands he hesitated. She fell to her knees and sent the Cabernet flying across the hardwood floor. The glass shattered as it struck the ground, which sent the staffers scurrying to action for brooms, and dustpans. Miranda giggled. 
 
 `` Whoopsie -- another mess.'' She pushed herself off her knees in an instant. This caused her bare breasts to bounce, which made her laugh even harder. She began bending at the knees over and over, her breasts beating a rhythmic pattern as they slapped together. 
 
 `` Miranda.'' A voice from behind her made the hostess whirl about. `` Miranda, darling.'' Christina, her best friend. Miranda lunged forward and threw her arms around Christina's neck. 
 
 `` Oh, hello sweetie!'' Miranda's smile was all teeth. `` I'm back from the shower! Nasty business, falling into that pool. Was n't it nasty business?'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes.'' Christina stood awkwardly holding her friend's naked back. `` But, maybe you've forgotten something after your shower? You're quite... under dressed.'' She punctuated her thought with heavy *hmm hmm*. 
 
 `` Oh, no, You see...'' Miranda leaned in to whisper, and Christina squirmed uncomfortably. Miranda's bare chest was much larger than hers, and Christina felt suffocated. `` If I'm not wearing any clothes, they ca n't be ruined! It's genius!'' She loosed another cackling laugh. 
 
 `` But, Miranda.'' Christina struggled with the right words, before giving up and going in. `` You're... naked, dear. Absolutely naked. In front of everyone.'' 
 
 `` I know that, silly.'' Miranda braced herself on Christina's shoulder. `` Are you jealous?'' She needled. `` Jealous Tina...?'' 
 
 Christina could barely hold her up as the naked hostess blacked out.
