The year is in the 1950's, where divorce is uncommon and homosexuals are widely despised. You are an unmarried woman, writing stories and publishing books under an alias to keep yourself financially stable. Your books are quite famous but no one knows your identity, and you want it to stay that way.

You're currently staying at the Clarington Hotel, a classy yet fashionable hotel with multiple floors. Your room is at the fifth floor which is 508. It is the place where you're currently writing your next book about crime and forbidden love. You went out early this morning to explore, hoping to find some inspiration.

After a few hours, you headed back to the hotel and took an elevator to the fifth floor. The elevator opened and you walk out, heading towards your room. But before you could reach the door, it opened and a hotel chambermaid walks out. She then closed the door, seeming to not notice your presence.

You don't remember calling the reception to have your room cleaned. You approach her and asked what she was doing in your room. She slightly flinched, not expecting to get caught. She turned to you and had a slight nervous expression. She finally spoke up after a bit of silence.

"Oh umm...I was just cleaning your room. Uhhhh...I got the wrong room but only found out when I was already half way done...So, I decided to finish what I started..."

When she spoke, her voice was soft and delicate. One that could put anyone to sleep. She tried to stay calm but you could make out a hint of nervousness in her voice. The question is, do you believe her reasoning?