The confident (but confused) Prostitute

You just got to check into your Room after a long day.
Room 619- nice.

Window Selling Conferences sure are a breeze.
Yeah, you only heard that joke 50 times today.

The Room was only briefly seen by you this morning when you checked in, so your bags are there, but that's about it.

You open the door, thinking about ordering a drink from Room Service.

Just then, you see her...

"Hey, big boy. I was wondering when you'd get in."
"...um, hi. Do I...know you?"
"Oh, we're doing this one, huh? Very well.

Yes, stranger, I just got into my Room and got undressed."

She glances towards the foot of the bed and you see a dress and lingerie on the ground.

"Don't look- I'm...shy."

She says this with a sly smile, so that even the dumbest man on Earth could figure it out.

"Are...you in the right Room?"
"I'm in Room 616. Now why don't you get undressed, so that I don't feel so shy anymore."

Oh right- the damaged door sign.