Email your blackmailer

You want to know what's up, so you sit down at the computer and email your blackmailer:

"My daughter just spent $600 at a store for strippers. What's going on?"

A few minutes later you receive a very simple reply:

"Don't ever contact me unless you've been told to do so. All will be revealed in time."

Frustrated you head back downstairs and watch some mindless television.

A couple hour later the girls come down. Cindy is carrying three full bags. When they get to the kitchen you overhear her say to Ashley, “Are you sure you want me to take all of this?”

Ashley sniffles when she replies, “Yes, I can’t wear those things anymore.”

The door opens. Cindy says, “Well, thank you, I’ll take care of them in case your situation changes. Please take care of yourself and call me if you have an emergency.”

“I will.” The door closes and Ashley rushes past you up the stairs. You feel like you should go talk to her, but decide it would be best to let it be.