Lonely, madame?

Last night I was wrapped in my towel and chapals, about to step into the shower. There was a knock at the door - which quite suprised me, as I have yet to have any visitors.

"Yes?" I asked, tentatively. "Who is it?"

A small, heavily-accented voice whispered through the closed door. "Lonely, madame?"

"Pardon me?" I gasped. Was my guesthouse running a bloody male call service? Utter shock.

And again: "Lonely, madame?"

"No ... no, I'm not lonely, thank you ... " I replied, rather stoically.

And then I understood the accent. "Laundry, madame? Do you need anything washing? Laundry?"