First came a basic white sports bra. Then a black one was thrown through the air, landing in a neat pile at his feet and catching the rapper's attention.
Finally, a racy red number landed on stage, forcing the man the owners of the underwear were aiming for to do something about the growing pile of laundry in front of him.
Drake, not missing a beat of his hit ballad Hold on We're Going Home, picked each item up and draped them neatly over his microphone stand like one might hang their washing on a clothes rack.
Girls, it seems, love Drake to bits, and it's easy to see why. At his first New Zealand appearance, the Canadian rapper was less gangsta rapper, more supplier of emotionally-charged rap designed to be sung with your arm draped drunkenly over your best friend.
That meant there were plenty of Kiwi fans having the Monday night of their lives, thanks to an energetic two-hour show that kicked off with the horn blast of Trophies as Drake sprayed the crowd with faux machinegun fire and unleashed an impressive pyrotechnic and laser display.
