Ameila had grown up surrounded by money, and all the pretty things that money could buy. Her parents were old money, a term used for only the most elite of society. They had accumulated their wealth through trading commodities. Mia was never entirly sure what that phrase meant, but still they were loaded. That was all that mattered, right? Even though she'd been privately educated by all the best tutors, *she still wasn't particularly intelligent. She would openly admit that she was pretty stupid where books and numbers were concerned, but luckily for her, she was never really going to have to provide for herself. To most people, her life would seem almost idyllic; but to Ameilia, it was stifling and mind numbingly dull. It was because of this, that she sort her thrills in other places.
A gang, a simple organisation by definition, but almost certainly a lot darker when one is embroiled with its kind. Mia was by no way a gangster, but she had been delightfully tangled*up with one not so long ago. Their relationship was rather unhealthy, and was only brief in length, but Ameilia had picked up a certain amount of 'skill' along the way. A rather light touch made her a rather stealthy pick pocket, that old take anything she felt the need of from passers by without them ever knowing. The young woman didn't like stealing, but it was the adrenaline rush, the sheer excitement. Something that her normal day-to-day life was sadly lacking in.
So as usual, Mia found herself wandering down the through the main route into town. Helping herself to whatever took her fancy on the way. Delightful.