Their posture is immaculate. Their teeth are like pearls, gleaming behind well-rehearsed smiles. When speaking, their voices are demure. When singing, they produce operatic melodies in perfect harmony.
In short, they are the feminine ideal as imagined by the North Korean state.
With one exception, that is. Each night, these agents of Pyongyang grab the hands of paying customers — yes, even “imperialist” Americans and South Koreans — and twirl about the room. All the while, they sing songs like John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” and “My Heart Will Go On,” the schmaltzy theme from the “Titanic.”