Sleeve's furry ears perked up at the offer. "I get all that?" He cried in disbelief. Because he couldn't believe it. He felt his usually-slender tail puff up and fuck up the tail hole of his pants; that's how excited he was.
"Assuming you can do it," the tall gentleman with slicked back black hair and ears said back to him. He gave a slightly evil smile, nothing to worry about, really, and his lean, black tail perked up well above his head and swayed from side to side.
"Manage to commit all seven deadly sins in a single act, and all of my wealth is yours." The first thing Sleeve looked at was the man's suit. Tailor-made, obviously very expensive, screaming bourgeoise. Then, he looked around the castle he stood in. Columns that looked like they were made by the Ancients, accented by pure gold. Walls that seemed to be coated in diamond dust, ceilings that rose so high, there could be no possible reason for their tallitude other than to intimidate.
Sleeve saw all this and only had one thought: he wanted it all. He immediately started running through scenarios in his head. He looked at the fruit basket in front of him, at the staircase leading up, at his own hands. He extended and retracted his claws once, just because, and finally came up with something.
"I already have greed and envy down, Mr. Zooz." He picked an applefruit from the basket and eyed it hungrily. "I want everything you have, and that basically covers them both." His applefruit stare intensity increased. He looked Mr. Zooz in the eye, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He'd figured it out.
"Well, what about the other five?"
"I'll show you." Sleeve lunged across the table, knocking glassware and fruit everywhere. He landed right on top of Zooz and pulled out his phallus, while somehow simultaneously inhaling the applefruit in two bites.
"I'm going to rob you, [bleep] you, take all your stuff, eat all your food, be really angry about it for some reason, and then kick you out and become a pompous blueblood, just like you."
Now, at this point, Sleeve was unaware of how much of a fucking idiot he was. He found out not long after, though. The first thing he heard was a really hard BONK! followed by a screech he would later find out came from his own vocal cords.
The next sensation he experienced was the feeling of his whole body stiffening and his head feeling like it was cracked open, and then throbbing the way his phallus was just moments before. He was carefully carried back to his seat across the table by the two guards present, and at Mr. Zooz's instruction, gifted the (very large) iron rod he was bonked across the head with.
"That was almost impressive, young man; but it's going to take a lot more than that to complete the task you have ahead of you."
Sleeve heard about 20% of that sentence.
"You have ten years to complete the task you've been given. I wish you luck. Now, please get out of my house, you sick fuck."
And so, the sick fuck left the man's house and began his adventures.