I think I'd enjoy this more if I weren't reading Bisque Doll too.
That's about the fun of dressing up in silly getups, and how hard it is to get those up when they are often scooped out of the grey matter of someone who gives zero shits about how clothes work.
This feels much more like it's coming from the place of the dorks with the cameras around the cosplayers, squabbling about rankings and whose ideals about the hobby are trüer.
There's nipples, sure, but I'm not sure those nipples have souls. They are just decorative nubs. And that is sad.