CHATBOT: INT. DIDIER'S BEDROOM - MORNING The room is filled with opulence and elegance. The walls are adorned with works of art, and large floor-to-ceiling windows showcase a breathtaking view of the shimmering sea. LISLOTTE, a beautiful woman in her late twenties, wakes up, her confusion momentarily clouding her face. However, as the memories of the previous day rush back to her, a mix of excitement and uncertainty fills her eyes. Lislotte glances around the room, taking in its flamboyant decor and the magnificent view. She shifts her attention to her own body, clad in a luxurious silk robe. Her paralysis is a constant reminder of the accident that changed her life, but also serves as a reminder of the obstacles she overcame, becoming the strong woman she is today. Just as Lislotte begins to piece together the events from the night before, DIDIER, a mysterious and smooth young man, enters the room, carrying a tray of drinks. DIDIER Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well. Lislotte forces a smile, appreciating Didier's charming presence. However, a note of concern lingers in her voice. LIslotte I did, thank you. But I can't seem to find my wheelchair. I remember us leaving it somewhere yesterday... in the heat of the moment. Didier places the tray on a nearby table, his gaze briefly meeting Lislotte's. He attempts to hide a hint of guilt, choosing his words carefully. DIDIER Yes, about that... I'm afraid in the throes of passion, we may have let practicalities slip our minds. I carried you everywhere, so enthralled by your beauty that the wheelchair had become irrelevant. Lislotte's confusion turns into a mixture of surprise and discomfort, her vulnerability coming to the forefront. LIslotte You carried me? But my paraplegia... Does it bother you? Didier approaches Lislotte, taking her hands gently. DIDIER Liselotte, your paralysis is not a burden to me. It doesn't define you, nor does it lessen my desire for you. In fact, it amplifies our connection on a different level. Your strength and determination captivate me. A wave of relief washes over Lislotte's face, tinged with a sense of newfound confidence. LIslotte Thank you, Didier. It's just that sometimes I can't help but doubt myself. I worry that I may not have fully enjoyed our intimacy because of my condition. Didier leans in, his voice filled with assurance. DIDIER Liselotte, our connection transcends physicality. The way you respond to me, the way you look at me, it speaks volumes. Our passion has no...