Use your hands

John had a flash of inspiration. He reached down and pulled Elena's legs back up onto his hips.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he slid his hands up to her ass and caressed her cheeks. John suddenly jammed two fingers into her asshole. Elena gasped. John plunged in and out, in and out. He just kept putting his fingers into her ass. Elena moaned. John kept thrusting his fingers into her and she kept moaning until finally she came.

"Whoa." Elena said, slowly sliding off John's dick. The two lethargically reclothed.

"It's time to be sorted!" Elena said cryptically.

"Huh? I thought that was my sorting?"

"Well, we can't sort you just by having sex with you once! That was only to put a scenario in your head for the box to read!" Elena replied, raising more questions than answers.

They walked out of the Auditorium, down the hall and into another hall, this one lined with trophies and other memorabilia. At the end of the room, an ornate chest sat, with no apparent lock.

John walked up to the box. He slowly lifted the lid. He felt something enter his head.

YOU'VE GOT QUITE THE TRACK RECORD, Boomed a voice in John's head. Memories flashed through his mind. Having sex in a car. Having sex in a sleeping bag. Having sex with the entire girl's volleyball team.

"HUNXOR!" Boomed the voice aloud.

"Cool! We'll be housemates!" Burst Elena, "I'll show you to your dorm."