Ben was an asshole, the gaslighting, drinking, manipulating type of asshole. Yaz kept trying to convince himself that Ben was redeemable in some way, that it was just the alcohol, that it was just temporary, but after speaking to a few concerned friends, Yaz realized Ben would never change. 
After they split, Yaz was a wreck, he was homeless, couch hopping between different people before he finally got back on his feet, his best friend Carmen there with him every step of the way. 
He was such a good friend. Buuuuut... 
"I'm leaving." Yaz deadpanned. 
Carmen widened his eyes and grabbed Yaz's shoulder gently. "Wait, why? You haven't even checked the place out yet!" He said, his yellow eyes wide with something akin to desperation and.. anticipation.
Yaz sighed. "I'm pretty sure having sex with a random person isn't gonna help me anyway!" 
Carmen put his hands on his hips, his muscular form rigid. He looked like he was trying everything within his power to stop Yaz from leaving to an almost unnerving degree. "But what if it does?" 
Yaz made a face. "And what if it doesn't?" 
Carmen widened his eyes, leaning in like a doting mother about to reprimand their child, all slow and methodical like. "And what if it does?" 
"I'm not doing this with you." Yaz said with a roll of his eyes. Beginning to walk away. Carmen clicked his teeth, jogging slighty after the smaller feline. 
"Please. It's not because I think you need help or anything. I know you're over him, it's just.. I really wanted to show you something new, you know? I like it and I think it might, you know, make you a little happier. Get you out of your shell a little." 
Yaz turned back to him, to his pleading yellow eyes. He looked a lot more serious than usual, it was an almost startling amount of desperation but for some reason Yaz didn't feel anxious about it. Normally, if a friend tried to bring you into a sex club and pleaded for you to go inside, it would typically end in being kidnapped or going missing for the rest of your life. 
But Carmen wasn't like that. Of course there was no possible way Yaz could know that, the only thing short of knowing the truth would be the ability to read minds and that wasn't possible at the moment. 
The blue feline chuckled a little to himself at the thought of Carmen being this big bad sex trafficker and all those nights crying and eating ice cream while watching movies together was just all apart of his grand scheme. 
In truth, Carmen was a good person. Better than Ben ever was and he trusted him. Even if he didn't trust his opinion of a good time. 
With a long sigh, Yaz gave in. "Fine. I'll do it." 
Carmen pumped his fist like a little kid scoring his first touchdown. "Hell yeah! Okay so, some rules. Don't talk to anyone on the outside, don't give anyone cash unless you really like them, and when you get into the room, don't ask for butt stuff right away because they'll probably go a little too hard at firs—"
"Why can't I talk?" Yaz asked. 
"Because the people here like to keep to themselves, and you won't get as good of treatment if you don't look like a regular." He said, with a wink.
"I thought you said this was high class. Am I gonna get robbed if I give them money?" Yaz asked with a furrowed brow, making the Maine Coon sigh slightly at the constant questions. 
Carmen raised up one finger and pushed up a pair of non existent glasses. "Well, actually you can get robbed anywhere, but no it's because they see giving money as an insult, because they think you want an upgrade and not them. But if you really like them, they can tell in which they'll accept the money."