Her confidence bristling like a colorful, plastic tiara, the first daughter wanders farther and farther into the limelight.

She's emboldened by the incompetence that is her sire. If ignorance and poorly-placed confidence can gain so much, then she is all in. And her dutiful husband follows at a safe distance, speaking when he finds the temerity to add his simple-mindedness.

Queen Ivanka follows the large orb that is her leader into the dark, but potentially profitable, land that is the North. She finds the moment historic, for it is when a North Korean Trump Tower gains momentum. She feels the grandeur and can utter only "surreal" when asked about the moment.

What is surreal? That she is there? That prince Jared is allowed to tag along? That TrumPutin heels so dutifully as Kim stage-manages the journey of his legitimacy? All those things, and more. Flattery is the coin of the realm in TrumpWorld, and the autocrats of the world have perfected the art.

TrumPutin and his queen are the perfect recipients of Kim's attention: glowing in the light of his insincere attention, floundering in the ocean that is his diplomacy, happy to give away the country's ideals for a really good location of another gilded hotel.