Mass Effect 2 made me realize I had an objectification kink

This is something I've had on my chest for a while now. It feels like there's a lot of subs for these kinds of kinks, but not very many for actually talking about them. I figured I'd share it here since it seems like something this sub would be interested in.

Miranda Lawson from Mass Effect 2 gave me a bit of an objectification kink. I remember playing the game and rolling my eyes at her at first. She was supposed to be this cold, competent, high-ranking operative, so why was she trapped in a ridiculous, obviously fanservice, outfit and constantly subjected to male gaze camera shots? She'd be having a serious conversion with Shepard about their mission, and all of a sudden her ass would be in your face. It just seemed super demeaning.

The more I played, I started to feel feel kind of weird and fuzzy about the whole thing. I don’t really know how to describe it. I wouldn't even necessarily call the feeling I had back then strictly arousal. It was almost more like second-hand embarrassment? I didn't feel like I was sexually attracted to Miranda herself, it was more the situation she was in.

That's not to say Miranda didn't play a part in it. It was just kind of a weird and niche combination of things all going on at once that did it for me. If she was just some giggly bimbo-y fanservice girl, I don't think I would have felt anything. It was the juxtaposition between how she carried herself and how the game treated her that I think really set off this feeling inside me. She took herself so seriously, but the game treated her like nothing more than eye candy. It was like a big joke that she wasn't in on. I remember some of the Normandy crew even made fun of her as you walked by.

I couldn't help but think of the whole thing as one big humiliation for her. The whole scenario would also just pop into my head at complete random, even when I wasn't playing, almost like remembering something embarrassing you did when you were younger. I would also experience almost the same feeling as an embarrassing memory. That kind of cringing feeling. Eventually, somehow, this feeling of embarrassment turned into arousal, and I'm not sure how or why. What's strange is that I almost kind of miss that feeling? Not because I'm ashamed of being turned on by this (I was for a time admittedly though). Thinking back to it, it almost felt hotter to me during that period, even though I didn't even realize I was turned on by it.