Sounds like you're in a gothic Regency novel or something, like Miss Havisham is going to invite you to play cards with her "daughter" whom she trained to rip the hearts out of men, both figuratively and literally.
Briefly considered setting up a burner gmail account called “Mysterious Benefactor” and email you with the subject line being “hee hee hee” and no further content but I don’t have the energy tbqh
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