He could have taken her absolutely anywhere and as long as they 'reacquainted' themselves Salacia would be happy. Her ideas of privacy and modesty did not match up the current societal views, but she appreciated the soft surface nonetheless.
Neptune did not lie, from that first stroke the body her husband was so lucky to have been placed in did not disappoint. It was a strange experience, her husband, yet not, as she was his wife, yet not. Every touch, every sensation was familiar but new and she drank it all in, crying with happiness and sighing with pleasure, glad to have found her beloved again.
Even once they were finished (for now) she just lay there, fingers playing along the mortal's skin. "How did this come to be?" She must know so she knew whether she needed to be worried about losing it, losing him again, and who to thank.