Empty Pockets

"Damn, he's got nothing! Not even one silver Gil! Better toss this broke bustard out cuz you sure ain't getting a tip tobight!" The man begrudgingly commented.

"Thays a shame. Guess he fell on some bad luck. Probably wanted to drink his problems away. Too bad that's not how it works. Though maybe he needs to learn that lesson..." Tifa replies, getting a mischievous glint in her eye...

"Heyz farmer, do you by chance have a forge?" She asks.

"Oh, yeah, I gotta shoe my livestock. I work mostly in iron. Why?" He replied, a bit puzzled.

"Well, I figured you could take his armor. Melt them down and sell them as raw materials or use them yourself." She offered.

"Oh? Well, I suppose it's not worth a ton, but...if you insist..." he unbuckled Cloud's cauldron from his shoulder, and removed his belt.

"I figure the leather would fetch a decent price too. Now, if only I can access his sword..." the man grunted as she tried to lift the Buster Sword from Cloud's back.

Tifa watched, hiding a smirk as the farmer was straining trying to move the sord even the slightest bit. The man finally gave up and grunted in frustration.

"Damn, what is that made of? Guess I'm leaving it and that harness for it. But...do you reckon his clothes are worth anything? His pants won't last long without a belt and he's got nothing in those pockets anyways...maybe my son can fit them."

"Oh, um...I wasn't..." Tifa stammered as the man quickly pulled Cloud's pants off, leaving him his underwear and shirt.

"Guess that's all then..." the farmer shrugged before turning to leave.

"Wait, you were right that I won't be able to collect any payment from him, but could I get something of his like you did?" She asked, hoping to get something to compensate herself.

The man nodded, but instead of handing her something he pulled off Cloud's body, he went back and ripped his underwear off, placing then in Tifa's outstretched hand.

"Uh, thanks...?"

She only intended to make him lose his most expensive pieces, not his whole outfit, but she did wonder what he looked like now he was grown up. She could only see the top of his ass As he was still slumped over the bar, his crotch hidden from her view. She looked at the torn briefs in her hand and decided to make the most of it. She took a couple nails and hammered them into the shelving post behind her, hanging the briefs on them.

She bid the farmer farewell, and now waited for the exposed "hero" to wake up.