Virginia, meanwhile, an upper-class young woman slumming it as a prostitute, unwinds the femme fatale and does away with so much of the misogynistic B.S. that powers noir. She's smarter than Sunblade but here, that isn't just one more example of how cunning and cruel women are (as is the case in most noir when it deigns to be mildly enlightened). And when we first meet her, a bellhop knocks on Sunblade's door and presents her ("Here she is," he tells Sunblade coldly) which sets Sunblade's narration off, all doting about how beautiful she is and all the rest: "Her eyes were a lavender-gray and her hair was light creamy gold and springy-looking, hugging her head in curves rather than absolute curls." There's about 40 more words of that before Virginia chimes in, pulling Sunblade out of his reverie, reminding him to tip the bellboy ("For God's sake give him his dollar," she says) so they can get down to business. It might even be Chaze mocking his own doting prose. Virginia's smarter than the book she's in, perhaps. None of that will save her though.