Ginny was definitely not amused by the hotels' current idea of 'fun'; she wasn't yesterday, and she absolutely wasn't today. It didn't help that not even magic worked for long. In an effort to minimize contact as much as possible, she had taken to making her forays out of her room in quick bursts, wishing this place allowed her ability to apparate to work. Since it didn't, Ginny decided to cover herself using whatever she could find while hoping for the best. It wasn't exactly the greatest of plans, but at the moment it was all she had thought of after reading what methods others in the hotel had tried.
It had been working relatively well, until she found herself in an area of the hotel that had nothing that could be used to wrap around herself. How she ended up in the basement, Ginny didn't know. She blamed herself for being a little too cautious and ducking into the nearest stairwell when she heard someone heading her way. The overwhelming desire to not be caught out of her room naked outweighed her sense of direction, apparently.
After trying a few of the doors, she finally found one that opened, not realizing until she managed to take a good look around that she was in the sex room. At first, Ginny had no idea that someone else was in here as well, not until she heard a man speak. "Um, hello..." She responded, grabbing the first things she could get her hands on in order to help retain her dignity.