You had heard John boasting about his secret backstage foray, and the prize he was too timid to show. It took you time to coax from him that he'd stolen (or in his words: liberated) a prize from the performer who was visiting.
You still haven't seen any evidence that his prize was real. Beyond a picture on his phone. The reason for his reluctance became obvious, it was a piece of underwear. It did look expensive, and weirdly he had boasted it wasn't fresh. An uncertain smile flickering across his face at the boast that the performers scent clung to it.
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Outlining your hope, you confide in him about the Medallion of Zulo. Hoping this display of trust will mean he returns the same faith, and shows you the intimate item in the flesh... so to speak.
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