She holds him tight against her body, buried ear-deep in her breasts and wrapped up in her arms, with only enough space to keep jacking her off. She's enjoying the intimate little handjob when suddenly new light breaks into the compartment, and Midway scrolls into view all around them as the clear elevator lowers itself into the city.
They are level for a moment with the giant steel beams, themselves tall as buildings, holding up the very ceiling of this titanic underground space. They form a uniform lattice that stretches far off into the cave fog, and from them hangs an equally invariant pattern of the huge halogen floodlights that provide Midway with its simulated daylight. (They're big, but Skeila never knew they were that big. Geez, what if one fell down?) Obstructing their view of the city, like tree trunks in a forest, are the towers that interrupt the girder grid to poke right out of the ceiling, stretching down all the way to their real first floor in Midway.
Sid, detecting the change in lighting, slows his stroking, extracts himself from deep in her breasts, registers his expansive surroundings—then squirms away in terror.
Sigh. She lets him wriggle free. "The hell's your problem?" already knowing it's some ridiculous human hangup.
"The—the whole city can see us!"
Skeila rolls her eyes. "Now the whole city can see me get blue balls instead. That's way better."