One of my academy colleagues found me in the embrace of a cocktail waiter under someone else's employ. There were a solid two weeks where the lightest joke was a warning not to leave one's footman alone in a room with me.
I was sent away because not even my father could cover up that fact that it was not just a man, but a man so wildly outside of my sphere and with so little power. Your own religion proscribes those sorts of interactions between people of different classes, doesn't it?