Down on the fourth level, someone jostles Tikki’s shoulder and curses her.
Tikki bares her teeth with irritation and swings her right forearm like a club, 
the studded guard on her arm adding impact to the blow. Staggering away from 
her, a man falls, spraying blood. Anywhere else that would cause a commotion. 
Here, though, it’s just another part of the night’s entertainment. The Seven
Circles Club is no ordinary nightclub. This is where the suits and salary men 
and exec secs come to mingle with the wannabe razor-crowd, the chippies, and the 
freaks to partake of the most decadent pleasures and experience life on the 
edge.