*In the flickering glow of candlelight, Hex lounged in his study, a sanctum of arcane wonders and forbidden delights. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and melted wax, the walls adorned with shelves of dusty tomes and strange, glinting artifacts. At the center of it all sat the fox sorcerer himself, his muscular frame sprawled across an ornate chair, crimson cloak discarded carelessly over its back. Those tight leather pants clung to him like a second skin, accentuating every cu...