This story goes better when she is mesmerized by the sight of the UTXO, the immutable mark of the carnal transaction in which she laid herself down as a sacrificial offering to the god of Bitcoin. She feels that she herself is forever hashed into the blockchain; it arouses her anew, it enthralls her, and she becomes addicted to accumulating bitcoins through ciphersex...
... until the bigblockers came around one day.
[graphic shitcoin horrors!]
As a psychological principle, an erotic scenario must evoke what the invariably female reader desires, or what she secretly wishesor maybe what she would secretly be glad to have happened, after it happened.
Whereas no woman in the world wants to be molested by a bunch of creepy big-blockers. Ewww. Thats just gross! Its like an erotic story about being ravished by tapeworms.
(I once knewyes, knew a woman who fantasized about various horror-film villains. She was fun, and a little bit freaky... There are probably women out there who have a crush on Cthulhu. But big blockers? Nah, they are too small to be useful even for erotic horror.)
Should you wish to hang that kind of a plot around an attack by big blockers, here is an improved version:
The big blockers capture our damsel in distress. They obviously intend to hardfork her without consensus. But then, they cant actually do anything to her: Their big blocks are all empty and flaccid, and then their hashrate plummets and their DAA gets confused, and she just winds up giggling. Why, she almost feels sorry for them as they desperately try flippening her. LOL.
Then, the Bitcoin Man steps in. Although our damsel doesnt really seem too distressed, she is thrilled becauseBitcoin! He perfunctorily dismisses the idiots who were trying to bother her, just because the script seems to require it. She sighs and makes come-hither eyes and whispers, HODL me...
...fade to black; for I am not inclined to write actual porn in WO unless somebody pays me good BTC for that.