Upon hearing the question did Rarity gently rose up an eyebrow under a surprised look for she didn't expect it that the brainwash was that heavy. Then again, she never had made anypony her true slave. Little did she knew that the hypnosis could go even further if she so desired to. "Well, to my boutique of course, darling," the vampiric mare replied in an odd and kind sounding voice. She then traded her still standing position in for a gentle pace. Fleur only blinked a couple times before she turned herself around. She would have just followed suit. The cloak of Rarity got reduced to ash by a small flick of her horn. Her mistress didn't need it anymore, so why would it be kept in existence?