This convention was huge. The visitors were not just locals from Tokyo, but otaku from all over Japan and even the entire world. After all, when it came to anime and manga culture, this was the holy land.
But with so many people, the quality of the cosplayers varied greatly. Some girls were breathtaking at first glance, whether they had slender, shapely legs, astonishing busts, or petite, loli-like figures that left those with particular tastes spoiled for choice. Some wore full, meticulously accurate costumes, taking cosplay seriously; others went for more cliché outfits with very little fabric, doing everything they could to seduce onlookers into stopping to stare.
Of course, besides girls, there were male cosplayers and cross-dressers gathered here as well. But regardless of whether they were male, female, or anything else, they all shared one thing in common: those who were handsome or cute had huge crowds gathered in front of them for photos, while those who looked average or unattractive received little attention.
In the end, this was a world that judged by looks. It did not matter what you looked like without makeup or what your natural features were like—as long as you looked good after putting on makeup, that was enough.
When they reached the photography area, Rita took out her phone and prepared to start collecting photos of beautiful cosplayers as well. It was not as though Rita had never attended a convention before, but high-quality cosplayers could only be described as rare.
Yet the cosplayers here were far greater in both number and quality than any Rita had seen before. Coupled with the atmosphere, even Rita's interest was gradually stirred.
At the same time, Rita regretted slightly that she had not brought a camera. Compared to a camera specifically meant for photography, a