You eagerly waited for whatever par of her body that Tifa would place you at.
As she thought about it, Tifa looked you over. All of your clothes were stained from sweat, so the point where she thought she could wring out enough sweat that she could fill a shotglass.
"Ah, I know!" Tifa said as she sat down on a chair. She then placed you on the carpet covering the floor and lightly placed her foot on you. While not as sweaty as her armpit, the sweat was more.... saltier. If you had been placed under her foot before her armpit, you might have developed a tolerance for her sweat.
But because her armpit had given you a fetish for her feet, you drank whatever sweat that came near your head. If any sweat came near anywhere else of your body, you made sure to rub your clothes on it, in hopes of drinking it later.
When it seemed like you had gotten all of the sweat off of one of her feet, Tifa took her foot off of you and...
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